THE INVASION, Part 2 by M. Webb Some men learn that they're inferior. Sam Evans stood outside the door, then got his nerve up to knock. He'd knocked on this door several dozen times, but every time he got here he hesitated. He took a breath and raised up his hand, and the door opened. Tori stood there grinning at him. She was wearing a one piece blue bathing suit that came up on high on her hips. She was barefoot. His eyes immediately dropped to her thighs. She had the athletic, toned build of an Olympic swimmer or gymnast, her legs were just incredible. "You like?" She asked, doing a little pirouette. "You were waiting at the door for me?" "Of course. You are always on time. Come in Sam." He walked in and shut the door, and followed her into her dungeon. Tori had been his mistress for more than a year. At first he had paid to see her, but fortunately Tori had decided she enjoyed meeting him on a more personal basis. He couldn't call himself her boyfriend, but he kept hoping. He'd finally gotten the courage to open up about his favorite fantasy the last time he'd seen her, and she had thought it sounded like fun. She descended the steps into her dungeon. Her arsenal of weapons was on the wall, but in the middle of the floor there was a new, thick mat. "Safety first, I always say. You are wearing your trunks?" "Yes mistress." "You don't need to call me that tonight Sam. Strip down to your trunks, and lets get started." He quickly did as she said, while she moved to the mat and stretched. Tori didn't really have any experience with wrestling. She'd taken some karate lessons but that was about it. She was however a fanatic about her personal health, and worked out for an hour each and every day, something which the submissive types who came to see her seemed to appreciate. But lately, she didn't get the same enjoyment out of her sessions that she used to. Sam got on the mat. He looked very nervous. "You haven't looked this nervous since our first night together. Ready?" she asked. He nodded. Tori dropped into a sort of catlike posture and waited for him. He finally moved forward and grabbed each of her hands. She struggled with him for a moment, then by reflex threw him over her shoulder. He grunted as he landed, "I thought you said you hadn't done this before." She laughed, "I haven't, but I guess judo helps. Want me to help you up?" He held out his hand and she hauled him up, then put him into a headlock. His eyes bulged as she powered down on his head. He tried to squeeze out but couldn't. She kept flexing her muscles, experimenting with her hold. Sam was in heaven. He knew how incredibly conditioned her body was, but he'd never dreamed she could actually control him physically. She started to relax and then flex again, pumping the headlock. Sam felt himself getting woozy. Suddenly, Tori, with a great effort, got behind him and lifted him into the air, then slammed him to the mat. "Sam, for this to be a wrestling match, you have to fight back. Want me to help you up?" "Not yet," he panted, laying on his back. "Suit yourself," she said as she dropped behind him and snapped her legs around his head. For a moment Sam just felt the incredible muscles he'd been lusting after for so long, then let out another groan as she flexed the hold harder. He rolled back and forth, and squeezed out of the hold. They got to their feet together, and Sam locked up with her much quicker this time, realizing he had a real match on his hands. Tori stepped to the side and slammed her knee high into his stomach and he doubled over. She got him in another headlock and considered her next move for a moment. Then she simply pushed him to the floor and dropped next to him getting him in a side bodyscissors. After a moment of pain, he managed to roll out of the hold. Tori got to her feet. "Hmm. That hold doesn't seem to be that effective." "You aren't crossing your ankles, and you aren't applying the pressure at the right place." "Really? Hmm. Show me," she said, pointing at the mat. He hesitated for a moment. "Get on the mat, now!" she growled. He laid down on his back. She dropped to the mat and wrapped her legs around him. He guided her legs with his hand, loving every excuse he had to touch those glorious legs. "And you have to be aware of where you are applying pressure on the victims body. And when we start again, you should flex your upper muscles, not just the lower muscles." He groaned as she straightened her legs suddenly. He flopped around but she was completely under control. "Looks like you were right. Now, Sam, darling, I want you to show me some more scissor placings. Ok honey?" An hour later, Tori got up from a reverse head-scissors and she heard a pathetic groan. She bent down, "Sam?" "No more... please... I'm done..." "Oh dear," she thought. "I don't usually just lose control like this. But those scissors just felt so good." ""It's okay babe, I'm done. Now for your reward." She made good use of her sharp nails and shredded his suit. He groaned a little differently this time, opening his eyes to watch her remove her one piece. Then she slid down on top of him and started to work him over in a much more pleasant way. "You've shown ... your mistress ... lots of good tricks babe ... next Friday you'll come back and show ... me ... even more!" "Yes... yes... yes!" ----- Joe walked into Tracy's and saw Kyra sitting in the back. As soon as she saw him she jumped up and gave him a big bearhug. "Kyra, please you're embarrassing me." She sat him down on the booth and then sat down next to him. "How are you feeling Joe?" "Some feeling is returning to my lower limbs, thanks for asking," he said, grinning. "Want to go to a movie tomorrow night? They re-opened the drive in theater." She wrapped her arm around him, and he was very conscious of her breast pushing against his head and shoulder. "What's playing?" "Who cares," She laughed and held him tighter. He sighed, "Well, I have to take the bus out tomorrow afternoon. I've gotta go earn a living." She got very quiet. "Oh, yeah." "But listen. If you want, you can come with me. Kyra, you would really tear up the women's wrestling circuit with a little training." "You mean, you'd want me to just quit my job and leave with you for good?" "I'll be coming back this direction in a couple weeks, and if you want some time to think about it, you've got it." He paused, "But frankly, I don't really think you're going places here. And I was a cruiserweight champ ten years ago. If you can handle me like that without training, with training I think you could go as far as you want." He looked at her, trying to read her thoughts, but her face was blank. "But if you don't want to go I understand. If that is the way it is, I want you to know I really do like you a lot, and I'll be coming back through later. I hope you'll be willing to see me from time to time." He saw Kyra's face suddenly darken as she looked over his shoulder. "My god, Kyra finally got herself a boyfriend. Looks like he's already cutting and running, though, huh," the voice laughed. Joe suddenly knew why Kyra was so unsure of herself. He turned around and saw three boys staring at Kyra. The one in the middle was a small man wearing a denim jacket and blue jeans. One of them was overweight but big, and the other was average sized. They all had nasty smiles on their face. "I always knew you'd get a boyfriend Kyra. You just had to beat him up a little in the ring first, and then trick him to coming home with you and sit on him." Kyra stared back down at her glass. The thing that bothered Joe most was she didn't even say anything. He looked back at the three punks. "This is a private conversation. Get lost." The kid just didn't know when to shut up, "Oh, look who's trying to act tough. Didn't I see you on the TV about 10 years? `Little Joe' Santiago? I remember watching you get your butt kicked about twenty times. Couldn't hack it then, now you can't even handle her." Joe stood up and decked him, a fast hard punch straight into the nose. He felt it break under the hit, and the kid fell to the floor. He stopped and hesitated after he fell down. I can't believe I just did that, he thought. The big guy swore, and suddenly grabbed a hold of Joe's shoulders. Joe slammed his knee into his gut, then grabbed the guys head in a headlock and fell backward, slamming his head into the floor in a DDT. He leapt to his feet, just as the other guy slammed his fist into his back. He stumbled, then whirled around and caught him with an elbow to the chin. As his opponents eyes crossed, he got behind him and crossed his arms, then kicked his legs out from underneath him. He put him out with the sleeper hold. He heard a noise behind him, and dropped the kid then turned around. The loudmouth was being lifted over Kyra's head. She held him there for a moment, holding her arms straight and firm. "Kyra, if you throw him like that you could break his neck! Just set him down, he's helpless now." She slowly dropped him to the ground. He got up and ran out of the restaurant, holding his bleeding nose. Traci walked up and looked at Kyra, "Are you okay Honey?" Kyra just nodded, then walked outside. ----- Joe finished talking to the local police. They suggested he pay for damages, which wasn't much anyway. He'd settled up with Traci, who then suggested he go looking for Kyra. He went outside and found her standing alone on the sidewalk. "Kyra, I'm sorry about that. I'm not usually like that." "He hit a nerve didn't he?" "Yeah, I guess he did." "He's good at that." She was quiet for awhile but Joe didn't say anything because it looked like she was getting ready to open up. "You were really amazing in there. You handled three guys like they were nothing." "You helped me a little." "But just a little. If you were alone you might have gotten hurt a little, but you would have won." "So what's wrong?" "You didn't fight me like that in the ring." He sighed, "Of course not, I'd never go all out against somebody in one of those matches. They're just for fun, and it's against amateurs. I lost my temper in there, that's all. And I could never DDT a... uh..." "Girl?" "Well, yes. But you weren't really trying to hurt me either were you?" "No I wasn't." "So what's wrong?" "I want a rematch." "What?" "I want a rematch, but this time, no holding back, no underestimating me. It felt really good winning at something for once. I want to know it was real. And I bet a lot of the women wrestlers out there won't hold back with me." Joe nodded slowly. She was right. It was common knowledge that pound for pound, the women were meaner and nastier then the men. She should know what a real match is like. Suddenly he felt doubt about what he was doing. This was crazy. She might be strong and a natural athlete, but she was basically a big kid. Was he just inviting her along because he was attracted to her? She could really get banged up in this sport if she wasn't prepared. He, more than anyone else, knew that. Kyra seemed to know what he was thinking. She moved forward and kissed him long and hard. "No going back know," she whispered.