The League, Chapter 2
by M. Webb
Lisa is 5'8 and 140 pounds.

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Things moved quickly after that. This arrangement had solved my problem
of where I was going to live after losing my ranger job. I had a room
in the back of the gym. They gave me a key and told me to look after
the place while they were gone. For the next week, I had the place mostly
to myself, although Magda stopped in for a little while almost every
day.

A lot of questions came up during this time, like how Morgana could
afford to do all this, how public the league would be and so on, but
Magda didn't seem to be too interested in talking about it.

I was just feeling settled in when Magda showed up one afternoon.
"Get your bags packed. We've found a couple women who are interested.
You'll be fighting a girl called Lisa Adams, she's been wrestling
other women for about a year. After that you'll be fighting a Leeann
in New York."

We were at the airport in an hour. I was surprised to find out we were
boarding a small plane all to ourselves. The plane was named the
femme fatale.

Magda must have had the men load a couple thousand pounds of equipment
in boxes. We were in Vancouver that very night. On the way I asked
her about who I'd be facing.

"Lisa is 5'8 and 140 pounds. I hear she is a fairly skilled wrestler.
She's wrestled a few men but mostly other women. I've seen one of
her tapes."

We stayed in a hotel that night. I went out and met Lisa at another gym.
She was a pretty blonde and she was wearing a one piece and black boots.
She seemed friendly enough. 

I soon found out what all the luggage was. Magda expertly set up three
different cameras. Two were positioned around the ring, and another
was carried by a cameraman she'd hired. She set up a sound system. It
looked like every second of our match, and every match was going to
be covered.

We shook hands and got started.

It was straight scientific wrestling the whole way. Her scissors were the
only hold she had that really hurt, and I managed to pin her for three
falls out of five.

At the end she gave me a hug. "Your pretty good. I guess I'm not used to
a guy who knows what he's doing and is really going all out."

"It was fun. You were pretty good yourself." We walked back out and went
back to the hotel. Before Magda split up with me in the hallway to go to
her room, I stopped her.

"You know, I was really afraid I was going to be facing some crippler."

Magda smiled. "You are a good wrestler or you wouldn't be here Mr. Payne.
I hope you are getting your confidence back. Some men are never the same
after Morgana faces them in the ring." She went back to her room.

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On the flight out I asked Magda about the next girl.

"She only goes by Leeann. We weren't really certain about giving her this
match, but she was very adamant."

"Why weren't you certain?"

"She weighs 105 pounds and is 5'6"."

I boggled. "And she wants to fight with men? I have double her body
weight. Are you certain this is fair?"

"She wrestled for a company called sweetheart productions, and her record
is very impressive. Some men, some women. I don't know how staged the
matches were though. Really, there is only one way to find out."

We landed in New York and showed up at the gym. A guy introduced us and
walked us into the gym. I stripped down to my trunks and got in and
waited. I didn't have to wait long.

While Magda and the cameramen were setting up the recording equipment,
Leeann came out to the ring. She was a short, very attractive redhead.
She was wearing a a one piece outfit that involved a strap about two
inches across going over each breast. She walked out to the ring and
got in and waited in her corner. I smiled at her as she turned to regard
me, but she didn't smile back. Her eyes were very cold. She had to be
the most confident looking woman I had ever seen in my life.

I shrugged and waited for Magda to finish, but Leeann never stopped
staring at me.

Magda finally finished up. "Ok, Leeann wanted a submissions only match, best
three out of five. Ready guys?"

I nodded and walked forward. Leeann strutted forward, walking around me in
a circle. She looked me over from top to bottom. Suddenly I felt ridiculous.
I tried to shake it off. "Are you ready?"

She laughed. "Are you?" She took a step forward and grabbed my hand, turned
into a judo wristlock, then bent it back till I screamed in surprise. Then
she straighted out her arm and brought it over her head. I followed, and
she hiptossed me to the mat. I went up very high, and I landed on my head.
I fell flat onto my stomach.

I felt her weight drop onto my back and grab my hands. Her knee moved
forward into the small of the back, as she pulled on my arms. I cried out
in pain.

"Well, you're no challenge at all. Is this the best they had to send out here?
I'm insulted."

I tried to strain against her but she had all the leverage. She held me
there for at least ten seconds. She released the hold. I quickly pushed up
against the mat and tried to get up. She stayed on my back and her thighs
wrapped around my waist. Then her feet moved back and moved to either side
of my penis, pushing in. I had been slightly erect, and as her feet prodded
me it came to attention.

I felt each of her hands dig into my shoulders as she got into horseriding
position. Her fingernails were digging into my back, and her feet moved
back and forth on my prick while I started to hyperventilate. I couldn't
clear my head.

"Giddyup!"

I couldn't think what to do. I looked ahead and saw Magda standing outside
the ring, giving a startled laugh.

"I SAID GIDDYUP!" She pushed in with her feet and her nails drew blood.
I cried out and started to move forward on my hands and knees.

"Good boy." Her feet resumed their steady pressuring. Suddenly she leaned
to the right. I gradually moved in that direction.

"Good boy. You aren't as dumb as some men. Good boy."

The pressure stepped up and I gave a little squeal before I could stop
myself.

"Ooohhh yes, you like that don't you boy."

By this time I made a second circle of the ring. Suddenly the thought that
I should be defending myself made it's way into my head, but the methodical
rubbing of her feet was driving me mad. She guided me to the right as I made
my next turn. How long could I last. When I had my climax would she be
angry with me? Suddenly the pressure stopped.

"Faster, faster..."

I picked up the pace and her foot massage resumed. She leaned to the right.
As her feet went faster and faster I moved forward as fast I could...
then my head connected with the corner post. She'd guided me right into
the turnbuckle.

I spasmed in pain, and collapsed to the mat. She got her feet out from
under me expertly and stood up, placing both her feet squarely on my
back. She hopped up and down and I cried out.

Moments later her feet left my back. Then she grabbed my feet and dragged
me out into the center of the ring. She dropped down beside me and lifted
up her leg, drawing my head between them. Then she clamped down on the
side scissors.

They weren't big or well defined, but her thigh muscles felt like steel.
She screamed as she put full pressure on. My hands fell around each muscle.
I slapped her leg three times.

The pressure continued. I tried to cry out my submission, but I couldn't
speak. Suddenly the hold released. I looked up in I could vaguely see
Magda separating us. Then Magda dragged me back to my corner.

Somebody passed a stool up and sat me in it. She started to massage my
neck, gently.

"Oh god. This isn't happening to me..."

"Damn, she's really something."

I looked at her, and I saw that she was standing impatiently in her corner. 
She looked like a goddess, and her eyes were boring into mine.

Magda slapped me across the face lightly, and my eyes snapped back to
her. "No, don't look at her. Can't you tell she's psyching you out?
From the moment you got on the mat she was taking the lead and making
you react to her. She is a skilled wrestler, but so are you. You
have a big weight advantage. Stop letting her psyche you out and
go get your bonus."

Then she looked down at my raging erection in my suit. "And for god
sake, try to think of something else. There's no way you can fight
in that condition."

I nodded and tried to blank my mind. Magda checked my head. "She really
dented your skull. You'll have quite a bump, but I think you'll be okay.
Good luck."

The bell went off, and I got back to my feet. She strode imperiously
out of the corner and walked around me in a circle again, looking
at the swelling in my trunks. Christ, couldn't she at least walk
out like a wrestler? She looked to me like she was sizing up a piece
of meat.

"So, did she tell you how to beat me?"

I got into a wrestlers stance and moved torwards the little vixen. Magda
was right, time to take control.

She went right on, standing there with her hands on her hips. "Cat got 
your tongue?" 

I was going to make this bitch pay. I rushed forward. She stepped to
the side, then reached out with the flat of her hand and slapped me
across the face so hard it left an imprint.

I reached out to block her hand, and her left came around and slapped
the other side of my face. I was getting angrier and angrier, and
more and more humiliated.

I quit trying to get her hands and go for a throw, and I just moved
forward to bearhug her. She ducked down and grabbed me around both
legs, lifting with her back as I rushed forward, and backflipped me
over her.

I tried to get up immediately, but her foot slammed into the center of
my back three times in succession. It was unbelievable how quick she'd
turned around and stomped me.

As I hit the mat, she leaped high into the air and brought her feet
onto my back. As she got off of me I rolled up and desperately tried
to climb up the ropes and face her. Instead of keeping me down she
changed direction and grabbed me by the hair with both hands, helping
me up. I lost my footing, right before her knee slammed into my nose.
She pulled me in close so my mouth was just to the left of the strap
covering her breast. Then she turned to the side suddenly and dropped
her elbow onto my neck.

I staggered away and fell against the ropes. I turned to the side.
Leeann ran at me and leapt high into the air for a drop kick. Both
feet were planted solidly into my face. I hit the mat again.

I couldn't move for a second, but then I turned to the ropes and
hauled myself up. I heard something behind me, and she jumped
onto me. Her legs encircled my head and her hips drove me neck-first
onto the second rope. I gagged as she choked me against the rope.
Her hands grabbed the third rope and she started to bounce up
and down, while she squeezed her calves around my head.

The tightening continued for seconds while I panicked. I completely
lost it. I lay there stunned on the ropes for a second, while I heard
Mag finishing a sentence.

"Take it easy girl. That's illegal everywhere."

I got to my feet somehow, in time for her to do an expert judo throw
over her head and back to the mat. She kicked me in the sides til I
was on my stomach. She leapt into the air and knee me in the back
once again, then she grabbed my hands and pulled me back, tearing
my back apart with her knee while she was at it. I felt her rubbing
my hands against her breasts and I groaned even louder. She was
making me erect again and I was lying flat on the mat.

She started whispering into my ear. "Ooh, like the feel of those? Now
feel my nipples. Like them? Do they feel all soft? Soft like you?
Am I making you cry little boy? What's a matter you aren't going
to let a little girl beat you are you?"

"Oh god, you bitch..."

She dropped straight back and yelled as she poured the pressure on
and I cried out, "I give!" through clenched teeth.

"I can't hear you!"

"I GIVE! I GIVE!"

"Now apologize for calling me a bitch!"

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm SORRY!"

She let me go and walked back to her corner. Magda had to walk me to my
corner.

"So much for controlling the pace of the match."

"She's unbelievable. Why is she taking this so personally."

"She's a ring dominatrix. I had no idea, or I wouldn't have put you in
the ring with her this soon. But she definitely has a place in the league."

"This girl in the league? Next she will bite somebody's ear off."

"We want the best and the strongest. What's the idea of calling her a 
bitch?"

"You saw what she was doing."

"You mean, winning?" Magda made a face. "Anyway, you never call a girl that
when she has you in that position. And since she seems to be able to put
you in submission holds at will, I suggest you never, never call Leeann
by that name again."

Her hands slammed into my back as she massaged me more roughly  than usual.

"I'm really sorry if I offended you."

"You have bigger things to worry about. Fortunately for you this should
be the last fall. No matter how outgunned you are though, we expect you to
give it your all, we want good footage of Leeann in action so we can
gauge her ability."

Thanks a lot, I thought. 

I heard the bell ring and my heart sank. It took me several extra seconds
to get to my feet because I was so blitzed. My heart was beating hard, and
my erection was still going, which was embarassing as hell. I brought
my eyes up and looked straight into Leeann's face. She was standing there
in that sexy red suit looking straight up at me into my eyes. Her hand
curled back and she slapped me across the face, leaving a red imprint
of her hand.

She turned and slammed backwards into me. Her hips hit first, hitting my
erect member and driving me into the turnbuckle. She got another gasp
from me out of that one. Then she curled her arm up around my neck pulling
me down against her shoulder. Then she stepped forward and dropped to
her knee snapping me over her shoulder and hard onto the mat.

"It's time for you to find out how big of a bitch I can really be."

She stepped forward and dropped her hips straight onto my face. She leaned
back forcing my head into the crack of her but. She jammed the underside
of each of her feet against my head, holding me in place while she started
to bob up and down. 

Then it happened. As she started to get into her rhythym I felt her move
my trunks down. Then she took me in hand.

Her hand traveled up and down my member. I was acutely aware that Magda and
the camera man were getting every second of this, and they were RECORDING
it for god sake. I tried to think of anything else, but I couldn't.
She knew just what she was doing. I was hyperventilating, panting for
air, but there was none. The more excited she got me the more weakened
I became. 

My hips started to buck as I neared the end, and then she squeezed tight. I
cried out in pain. I felt my lose consciousness for a moment as she
continued to pulverize my face with her hips.

I woke up, just seconds later, to see Leeann standing over me once more
with a big smile on her face. My hands were around my tool. I looked over
and saw Magda with a slight smile on her face, and I realized where I
was and pulled my trunks back up.

"No more..."

She stepped forward and placed her foot before my face. There was a tattoo
of a rose on the side of her foot.

"Kiss the rose. Worship me."

Without hesitating I kissed her rose, I positively worshiped her foot.

"Now get on all fours."

That one made me hesitate, but I knew it would just be worse if I didn't
do as she said. I slowly got on two fours. Her hips fell on my back and her
nails dug into my shoulders. Her feet moved up and got to either side of
my erection once again.

"You should have left the trunks down, you would have gotten fewer burns
that way. Now, lets see if you remember your training, horsie."

She started to pressure the erection with both feet. I slowly moved forward.
I wanted to ask Magda to stop it, but I could barely talk. Leeann increased
the pressure, then slowed up with her left. I turned to the right.

"Ooh, good horsie. Good boy."

Her pressure became more deliberate. I moaned in pleasure. I closed my eyes
because I didnt want to see Magda or the camera. Then I opened them because
I remembered her making me ram the turnbuckle. She guided me around and
around. As she continued she started bouncing slightly, and I could hear
her panting slightly. She made me move to the left, and I could see the 
turnbuckle into view. Then she picked up the pace, and I groaned slightly,
then I started to move forward, her feet were two much for me. I was
praying I'd be knocked out this time...

"STOP horsie." Her feet stopped at the same time and I halted just short
of the buckle. She straightened her legs crushing my body, and her feet
moved faster. I finally lost it. My body spasmed as I came, and I sort
of crumpled forward. My head fell onto the bottom rope, and I felt Leeann
catch me.

"Now say, I submit Mistress Leeann."

"I submit Mistress Leeann." It came out of my mouth without a thought. I
felt so good, even through the aches and pains that she had introduced
to my body.

"It was a privilege getting into the ring with me wasn't it?"

"Yes..."

"Yes who?"

"Mistress Leeann!"

"And that was the best climax you've ever had wasn't it?"

"Yes..."

She turned and looked out at the camera. "Do I pass?"

Magda looked a little sympathetic to me, but she was laughing, which
didn't help me get over the humiliation at all. "I think so."