Robin and Phil again By Mike "I don't know how something like this could happen." Phil was at the bar with his friend Chuck. He had explained how Robin had not only beat him badly in their wrestling encounter, but also described the beating to which he was subjected by her. "She was absolutely unstoppable. Everything I tried was met with the most powerful resistance I have ever come across. Her arms were so defined and muscular, that I had no possibility of competing. I won't even discuss how strong her legs are. She was able to wrestle me into submission at will. She even knocked me out. But yet, she is still quite a woman to look at. You'd never know her strength unless she showed it to you." "How did the situation come about?" Chuck asked this with genuine concern. "A long story. I told you I've known her almost all of my life. We never dated, really, but were always friends." Phil went on to give the details of his relationship with the lovely and lethal Robin. He explained about the night he had met Robin and Jeannie after work while having a drink. Chuck heard about the wrestling match Robin had at the gym. Phil then told about his reaction and how that had led up to his pounding by Robin. "She challenged me in a way that I could not refuse. I just don't know how to react to all of this now." "Why don't you forget about it and let things go as they were? "Could you?" "No, I guess not. Been going to the gym? Working out?" "Yea, but I don't if that will help. I mean, I have seen improvement in my strength and stamina, but I still think about the beating I took and whether I could avenge that." Phil said this hoping to gain some insight from his friend. "When was the last time you spoke to her?" "Not since that time almost a month ago. She's left me some messages, but I don't know. Chuck, I'm a bit embarrassed." "I can understand that." A small chuckle from Chuck. "I didn't mean for it..." "Forget about it." Phil paused as if he were choosing between two hidden things. "Do you think I should call?" "You said you were good friends and you had a strong relationship with Robin. She's tried to call you. Do you feel you want to continue the friendship? "Yes, but...." "No buts, Phil. I'd call if I were you." The two men finished their drinks and were leaving as Chuck continued, "Whatever you opt to do, let me know." But I'd call." It took Phil a couple of days, but he dialed Robin's number. Although he couldn't stop thinking about the beating she had put on him, he also couldn't stop thinking how attractive she was to him. "Hello?" "Robin, it's Phil." His voice was shaking. "Phil! How are you. I'm so glad to hear from you. Why haven't you called?" "I....I don't know. I've felt somewhat embarrassed, I guess. I..." "No, Phil, please don't be. I never would have accepted your challenge if I knew you'd feel that way. I had no intention of embarrassing you. I thought you really wanted the competition, and I thought you enjoyed certain parts of it." This last part was said with a slight chuckle. "As a matter of fact, I did, Robin. But that's part of the problem. I'm not sure how I feel about what happened. I'm supposed to not be beaten up by a female, a gorgeous one at that, but I was so turned on by you that I have wanted to see if you wanted to have another match. Do you understand what it is I'm trying to get to?" "You have very mixed feelings and you're not sure how I will look at you. I may think of you as a wimp whose just an impotent asshole. Well, I think just the opposite of you. To even accept my challenge shows courage and strength on your part. To last throughout the match showed even more than that. Please, accept this as the way I feel. Do you remember the last thing that happened? I've never had a man satisfy me as completely as you did that day. I'd love to have another day just like that one." She paused, and when Phil didn't say anything, Robin dared him again, "I challenge you to a wrestling match, first to win 5 falls wins, wins are submission only. Accept?" Again, another pause, and then, "My dearest Robin, you're on. You tell me when." "Tomorrow night. My place. No referee. Just you and me, honey." "You and me, eight tomorrow. I'll be there." After Phil hung up he wondered if he had just lost all sense of intelligence. Hadn't this Goddess just about a month ago destroyed him? Hadn't she turned him into a mound of mere helplessness? But didn't she also tell him that she had respected his decisions to accept her challenge and continue even after realizing he knew any chance of him being victorious was futile? Also, didn't she give him the best passionate experience of his life? The answers to these questions added up to Phil being at Robin's apartment ten minutes ahead of schedule. When she opened the door, he saw a ravishing 5'7" specimen of a perfect woman. Although she hadn't changed, he was sill in awe of her beauty. They exchanged no words, but found themselves in an inseparable embrace. They moved into the apartment, she kicked the door closed and they fell to the floor. His hands slipped under her robe and found their way up and down her magnificent body. The robe fell to the side as Phil became erect and found his way into her. They moved together until both had let out glorious groans of euphoria. They continued the embrace; long and tight. They continued to swallow each others tongue. Their bond of friendship had now become something more as they lay there continuing to look at each other. Hands were running up and down each others body in mutual appreciation. "See what you've missed by not calling me for a month?" Her lips then found their target on his cheek. "That won't happen again." "How about some water before we start?" "Sure, but I think you had this planned to weaken me." "Phil, I don't need to weaken you", a big smile on her face, "I'll be right back." Phil lay on his back and just stared at the ceiling thinking about his voluptuous partner. He hadn't felt this relaxed in quite a while. Robin was back with two, tall glasses of iced water. Before they drank, they both toasted each other. These toasts included the love they felt. "Well, ready?" "Shall we put our...." He was interrupted. "No, totally nude. All's fair. Any objections?" "No." His heart was pounding. The match began. They approached each other with intensity. She was quick. His neck was swept into her strong right arm and his face planted in her breast. She pressured him until he had difficulty breathing. He went down to a knee, his hands attempting the impossible; pulling her arm out. There was no use. She moved forward bending him back, his face still being pressed into her breast. Now both arms encased his head and neck as he went down to the floor. Robin was in no mood to play with him yet and put those powerful legs around his middle. She let go with her arms and put him into a position of looking up at her. She now lifted him off the floor and stretched her legs to their fullest extent and held him up until she felt a slight tap on both thighs. She loosened, "I'm listening." "What term do I use for you to let me go?" "How about......Robin wins, I lose." She tightened her grip. "Robin....wins. UGH!....I lose." She released. "That was quick." He said this as he held his side that was sore from her unforgiving legs. "I wanted to get the first win fast. No fooling around. That's the way the second one will be too. Let me know when you're ready, hun." She allowed him room to recover and to get to his feet. He was still sore, but indicated to her that he was ready for the second fall of their match. "I'll leave your ribs alone for this one." "That means my head and neck are your target?" A smile came across her face, "Ready?" He waited for her to approach and tried to escape her advance, but she kept maneuvering him back until he fell onto the couch. He knew he was trapped and looked up at Robin who was right on top of him. Phil saw his opportunity and wrapped his legs around her waist. His ankles were locked and he heard a bit of a groan from her, but she wasn't about to allow this to continue. She moved back and dragged him off the couch. He hit the floor with his back and his hold was released by her strong arms. Robin kept his legs in the air by holding his ankles, he was up side down and completely at her mercy. She placed her feet into his arm pits and pushed him forward. Just before his neck felt like it would break, she stopped. "You know, I haven't jumped on a Pogo stick since I was a kid. Maybe I should try it now." "Please, don't." He strained to talk. "Well, you tell me, what should I do?" "Boston crab." His voice was qiute stained, for obvious reasons. This was the first time that he could remember that he was talking while he was upside down. "Good suggestion." With this advise, he was quickly put into the hold. She didn't pour on all of her weight, but let him know that there was no escape. "I'll allow you to give up now and save you the extreme pain of the full effect of this hold. Shall I lean back?" "Only a little." Robin started to bend him back slowly and heard a groan from Phil, then stopped. "Do I hear anything? I'll put on more pressure." "Robin wins twice, Phil loses twice." She released. "You're being very kind, hun." "Well, we're on this rug and I don't want to drag you around on it. Rather go to the mats?" He indicated yes. "Now stay where you are." She approached him and took him by the left arm and swung him into the air. She carried him upstairs to the workout room and set him down gently on his feet. "I didn't want you to expend any extra energy. Now the rules have changed, Phil. Things will be different for the next three falls." He sensed that her voice had changed as did her expressions. She wasn't kidding and he knew he was in trouble. He wanted to back out, but understood this was not an option. The challenge had been made and she would not allow it to be dropped now. "Are you all set? I want no excuses." Phil didn't answer her, just walked to the center of the mats. She accommodated. As they came within range, Robin reached out with her right hand and slapped Phil on the side of the neck. He reeled back and she kept coming. She hit him again with her left. He went down. As he tried to get up, she kicked him in the ass. He dove forward and was completely prone. There was no let up, she stomped on his back between the shoulder blades. He let out a painful sound. Robin came down with her knee and found his ribs. Phil turned to that side to protect his ribs, but was met with a knee to his exposed ribs. Her hands were on her hips and never left as she continued to stomp him. She stood on his stomach and jumped. The air coming out of him made a sickening sound. Phil was in a fetal position struggling for air. While he gasped for breath, Robin just stood over him waiting. She now stood on his chest and rubbed her foot all over his face. He was being humiliated. Robin squeezed his nose between her toes. He reached up and grabbed her muscular calf and tried to throw her off, but this was futile. "Are those calves still as hard as they were last time. Let me tighten them up a bit." She flexed her calf, and his hand ran all over the tremendously hard leg. She pulled away, hands still on her hips. Phil started to sit op, but she threw her thigh into his head. He went down quickly. He turned over and tried to get up again, but her calves encased the sides of his neck and clamped down immediately. Within seconds he was out. She didn't let go right away as to insure he would be out for a while, while she got some water. As she returned to the room with her water bottle, he was half awake and on his back. She sat on his chest. He started to cower, "Don't worry, big guy, I got some water for you. Open wide." As he did, she squirted water into his mouth, then all over his face. "Did that wake you up?" "Yes, thanks. You put me out again." He was still slightly disoriented. "I don't remember you saying anything before you succumbed to my legs. Want to do that now, or...." "No, no more, Robin wins again, I lose again. Three for Robin, none for Phil." "You're not doing so well. I'm just having fun, but not getting much of a workout. Either you're going to have to try harder, or I have to step up the program. Are you ready for my fourth victory?" He went toward the middle of the mats again and attempted to slap her as she had done earlier. However, he was too slow and she ducked the slap with ease. With a chuckle she said, "Come on now Phil, don't piss me off." She put her hand up indicating a test of strength was going to be next. They locked hands. "I can't believe you made that mistake." Before she got the words out, she snapped her wrists and he went down to his knees. She continued to bend him back and he let out a loud yell of agony. He could move nowhere to escape those powerful hands. His head rested on her thighs and he felt her rock hard legs again. Robin shifted her feet and clamped his head in her thighs. She continued the punishment by raising both of his arms in back of him. He let out another yell as he thought both arms were going to break.. She let go of his arms, bent down and placed her arms around his mid-section. She lifted him up keeping his head firmly in her legs. He felt like she was going to rip him in half. His misery continued as she pulled as hard as she could. She released his head and pulled him up over her right shoulder. She found his leg with her left hand and put him into the rack. Her rack. She went down to one knee and pulled his chin and his legs at the same time. He went limp as he could give no resistance. She positioned herself in a better position and continued the torment. He still was showing nothing to get out of this hold. He was greatly suffering at the hands of his female, superior female opponent. She let him down after a minute or so and bent his back over her thigh. She pushed his chin and crotch downward. He waved his hands wildly. "You're not enjoying this? I am." "Robin, four, Phil beaten." She let him go and again waited for him top recover from the awful beating he had taken. Robin excused herself and went into another room as Phil continued to try and recover from the afternoon's activities that left him in a daze. Although he had lost four in a row, he looked on the good side; it was going to over soon. Robin returned with a dog leash. It was black and spiked with a relatively short lead. "I thought this may give you some incentive to, at least win one, Phil. If I shut you out, this goes around your neck and I'll walk you around for a while. You beat me, I put it away and it will not be used." She hung it on the lower chinning bar and faced Phil who was now on his feet. "I intend on punishing you even more in our last match. Be ready to be put out and wake up with that around your neck." He didn't say anything, because there was nothing for him to say. He had to win one in order to save himself total humiliation from his long time friend and recent lover. They approached each other and he quickly went for her ankle. To his surprise, he was successful. He was in back of her with her leg lifted as high as he could pull it. He knew he had to maintain this and get close to her, possibly getting her in a chin lock in addition to keeping her off balance. But as he did, an elbow caught him on the side of the head. He reeled back but held her ankle causing her to crash to the mat. "Oh, shit, my wrist." Robin was in some pain. She whipped her other leg at Phil's and knocked him off balance. He fell and had to let go of her ankle. She was still in some pain, but draped her leg on his chest and kept him down. She held him as long as she could, but couldn't put him into any kind of submission hold. Her position was such that she knew he'd escape and she let go of the hold. "Robin, are you all right?" "Don't worry about it, I'm going to make you pay, now." Robin wanted no sympathy. He smiled at her thinking she was vulnerable. She was holding her left wrist with her right hand, and seemed to be in serious pain. He approached her and as he reached for her injured wrist, Robin struck out with her right hand and slapped Phil in the neck. He went reeling and down to a knee. Robin's foot found its mark on the side of Phil's head. He went down. She jumped on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and remained on his stomach. She inched up forward until his face was in her womanhood, and clamped down on him. He could just about breathe. His legs were kicking in his struggle to gain a breath. She clamped down harder and his struggling started to subside. This is where she let up. Robin waited for him to recover, then sat down on his face again. "Kiss me. Kiss me hard or else I'll put it all down on you." To Robin's surprise Phil said, "Go for it, bitch." "Phil, I'll ignore you said that and give you one more chance. Kiss it , now! I'll make you wish you listened to me." She started to let all of her weight down on him, but allowed him to talk. "Fuck you." He tried his best to throw her off, but she spread her legs and shoved her crotch into his face. With her good hand, she pulled his head as far into her as she could and brought her legs together. His head was surrounded by her. He thrashed around violently. She let up a bit and commanded him to kiss and worship her womanhood. He resisted again. Once more, her legs constricted and his face was once more in her wet pussy. He thrashed even more as she moved up and down on him. Her legs squeezing him and her pussy pushing him down. Robin let out a passionate grown of delight. She was starting to reach an unbelievable orgasm. But Phil slapped at her badly sprained wrist and hit it hard. "Ahhhhh! " She screamed in immense pain. "I'll kill you, you son-of-a- bitch. Ahhhh! As much as he tried to get free, and as much pain as she was in she was able to hold him down. When the throbbing began to subside, she reached in back of Phil's neck and rolled over trapping him in between her enormously strong and hard thighs. Phil squirmed around trying to get free, but there was no use. His squirming, now was to get air to breathe, but that, too was futile. He went out. However, before he did, he kissed her as he had been commanded to do before. As Phil lay motionless on the mat, Robin found an ace bandage and wrapped around her sprained wrist. She put it on tightly, and as comfortably as possible. She returned to Phil, straddled him, sat on his chest and slapped him quite hard. He awoke abruptly and found his head, again surrounded by Robin's massive thighs and staring at her pussy, once more. He let out a moan and knew his troubles were about to continue. "I'm going to forget about the dog leash for now but you got anything else to say, big guy. Go ahead and say somthing real stupid. I'm ready tocontinue your destruction." Her legs started to constrict around his head once more. He started to see black, but he couldn't fight back at all. His arms felt like they were weighted down with a sand bag. He began to kiss and lick her. As he did, she lifted up a bit and let out her golden liquid. He never moved, but accepted his punishment as he began to see as a gift from Robin. He opened his mouth and received it all. As she finished, she instructed him, "Lick me completely dry." He obeyed. "Now I have some unfinished business." She came down on his face and moved up and down and, again, moved up and down on him until she let out a shriek of total bliss. "I'm not, not finished yet. Come here and rest your head on my thigh on your back. I've got another figure-four scissors for you." He complied to her authority and was quickly in the lethal hold. She squeezed gently as she grabbed his erect penis and began to massage and stroke it. Her hold tightened, "I want to make you cum and knock you out at the same time.I also want to hear you submit to me for the fifth time." The word fifth was emphasized. The more she stroked him, the harder she compressed her mighty legs. He was feeling both pleasure and pain at its peak. His hands ran up and down Robins steel-like legs. He was going out, and he was ready to explode. As he went out, he was heard to say, "I submit to your superiority and I love..........." He was out. "What, Phil? What did you say? Wake up!"