Cynara submits to Mary



	The penthouse suite was all John and Mary thought it would be.  They 
had both made their way through the crowd of about 50 well dressed guests to 
the bedroom where Mary had changed to her light pink bikini.  With her tan and 
well toned body she looked spectacular. 
	Now they were standing in the middle of the suite's living room that had 
been cleared for the match.  The champion Cynara made her entrance in her 
customary black bikini, and after telling her friends that she hoped that the 
evenings festivities would not be over too quickly, she stretched a bit and told 
Mary that she was ready. 
	Cynara seemed supremely confident and all business - and why not - she 
had been in this position scores of times before and had always been victorious.  
Mary looked just plain nervous.  That bothered John, but he chalked it up to the 
fact that Mary had never wrestled in front of so many male and female 
spectators...and there was no doubt who was the fan favorite tonight.  Cynara 
was simply stunning - toned, tan..and most importantly experienced.  Mary 
hoped she was up to the task.
	A grey haired gentleman in a tuxedo glanced at each woman and then 
announced simply: "For the championship, 2 out of 3 falls, submission only, 10 
minute break between falls.  Ladies....wrestle on."
	Both women circled and Mary lunged at Cynara.  The blonde expertly 
stepped aside and like a cat grabbed Mary's wrist and wrentched it up behind 
her. "Ow..shit," Mary gasped as she pawed at her shoulder.  "Dead meat," 
Cynara whispered in her ear as she jerked Mary's arm up higher, bringing the 
brunette up onto her toes.  When Mary tried to reach back with her other hand 
Cynara quickly swithed to a full nelson and snapped Mary's had down hard.  
"Here she is ladies and gentlemen, Ms. bad-ass challenger," she sneered as she 
paraded around the room.  She eventually stopped in front of a full length mirror 
with Mary locked tightly in the hold, and shouted, "Take a look, baby, this is the 
before picture!"  Mary could only mumble, "Ah, ahh" as the blonde jerked down 
on the hold and sent excruciating pain down the brunette's neck.
	Suddenly Cynara rocked back and lifted Mary off her feet.  She then fell 
forward and drove the flailing brunette into the carpet while still maintaining the 
hold.  John was stunned as he watched Cynara smoothly roll, rock back, and 
snake her legs around Mary's stomach.  Mary looked bewildered and the side of 
her face had a raw rug burn where she had been driven into the carpet.  It seemed 
as though Cynara was moving in fast forward.  She squeezed her legs and shook 
Mary like a rag doll.  The brunette's neck was on fire and she truly thought her 
ribs might snap at any time from the unrelenting pressure.  	Above the mild 
cheering of the crowd the only sounds were the blonde's grunts and Mary's 
anguished cries of "oh, oh, ohhh..."   It was apparent to John that Mary was 
hopelessly trapped and that Cynara was simply toying with her.  As he prepared 
to yell to his friend to concede the first fall and save her strength, Cynara 
suddenly released the hold and rolled away.  The dazed and hurting brunette 
sluggishly got up onto her elbows and tryed to get her bearings.  In a flash 
Cynara pounced on her like a lion, expertly locking her muscular legs around 
Mary's head in a reverse scissors.  John groaned at the realization that this was 
exactly what Mary had desperately wanted to avoid.  
	The now grinning blonde went up into a push up position and poured on 
the pressure.  Mary's face was as red as a beet and turning redder by the second 
as she flailed away helplessly at Cynara's straining legs.  Cynara searched the 
room and found John's eyes.  "Watch this, chump," she yelled as she grabbed 
Mary by the hair and visciously pulled the brunettes face into her taut ass.  
	With her nose held firmly in between Cynara's cheeks and her neck 
locked in impossible tight, Mary simply could not breath.  "She's trying to 
submit!!" John yelled as Mary waved her arms frantically.  "I don't hear a thing" 
Cynara laughed as she grabbed the brunette's pink bikini bottom with her free 
hand and visciously began jerking it toward her.  "LET HER SUBMIT 
GODAMMIT!!!" John screamed.
	"Almost time" Cynara cooed above the shouts of the crowd, in unison,of  
"Finish her off!, Finish her off!"  Two hands restrained John as he watched the 
stunning blonde release her gasping opponent for a split second while she pulled 
her legs up, rocked back heavily on Mary's breasts and covered the now 
completely helpless woman's face with her magnificent ass.
          Mary was motionless now, spread-eagled underneath her opponent as 
Cynara pulled her own bikini bottom into her cheeks and began grinding and 
bouncing mercilessly on Mary's face.  Occassionally, John could get a brief view 
of Mary half- clossed, dazed eyes.  "Ladies and gentlemen, this is what 
facesitting is all about in the BIG LEAGUES!" Cynara shouted as she ripped 
Mary's pink top off, dug her nails into Mary's beautiful full breasts and raked 
them across her nipples.
	As she continued to grind on her unmoving victim, she reached back and 
unhooked her black bra, letting her perfectly formed breasts spill out.  "this is my 
favorite part," she purred as she rubbed her nipple with one hand and stuck the 
fingers of her other hand into her bikini bottom and massaged her clit.  It was an 
amazing sight...the crowd roaring, Cynara bumping, grinding, feeling her 
body...and Mary ...beneath it all.  
	Finally, the blonde tired of her games and slowly stood up.  She pulled 
her barely conscious opponent to her feet, put her into another full nelson and 
literally dragged her over to the mirror.  "Here's the after picture, sweetie," she 
whispered into the conquered woman's ear."  John could barely stand to look.  
His friend's face was raw and red from the rug and Cynaras wet bikini bottom, 
her breasts had angry claw marks on them, and her pretty pink bikini bottom was 
wedged between her pussy lips. 
	Could it be any worse, John thought.  The answer came fast.  Cynara let 
Mary slump to the floor on her back.  She put her foot on the brunette's battered 
breast and said, "Now repeat after me...I am a slut, and I submit to you 
Cynara."  Mary simply moaned, rolled onto her stomach and said in a whisper,  
"Please don't do anything more to me... I submit to you Cynara."
	"YOU WILL SAY IT JUST AS I TOLD YOU TO!!" the blonde 
screamed as she grabbed both of Mary's wrists, planted her foot in the small of 
the brunette's back, and visciously pulled up. The penthouse buzzed with words 
like, "Unbelievable"....."Jeeesus" and, "told you" from the smiling faces in the 
room as Cynara leaned back and bowwed her opponent to the breaking point.  
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mary sreamed in agony as she was pulled up so high her 
breasts were facing straight out.  The crowd was in a frenzy again as Cynara 
shrieked horsely, "SAY IT!, SAY IT, YOU SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.  
"AHHH!!!!...I...I..I"m a slut...I sub..submit to you Cynara...let me go now 
please...please let me go.
	Cynara calmly let go and walked over to her friends.  She looked over at 
John and yelled, "She's got 10 minutes before we wrap this up, pal...she's all 
yours.  The total destruction of Mary in the first fall had taken 10 minutes.
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	In the bedroom a tearful Mary could only shake her head and mumble, 
"Jesus, I didn't even do one thing to her John, not one.  She's too....strong....too 
fast....too experienced...God, I just don't..."  She looked up into the mirror at her 
puffy face.  "I can't go through that again...no way...I've never been dominated 
like that...never.."  John broke in, "Mary, you sound scared, and I never thought 
I'd see you scared of an opponent...never thought I'd see it."  The sound of a 
clock ticking in the background was the only sound in the room.  John took a 
deep breathand continued.  "But...if you want to call this off, I understand.."
	"I'm not scared, dammit!" Mary said through clenched teeth.  "I just 
can't stand to be humiliated like that in front of all those people!  "Stand up," 
John said softly. "Look in the mirror.  See your legs, Mar.  Those are the same 
legs that you walked in her on and they're the same legs that can squeeze the 
eyballs out of that blonde bitch."  You have to find a way to use your legs and 
you have to get your mind into this match and off of what she might do to you.
	Mary looked up at her friend and smiled.  "I'm not a quitter John, 
regardless of what you might think right now. Fuck it, whatever happens 
happens, happens.  Let's give these people their money's worth."  She walked 
over to the desk and took a few minutes to scribble something down an a sheet of 
blank paper, fold it and hand it to John.  "Put this in your pocket and keep it for 
me," she said.  John did as he was told and watched as his friend took a deep 
breath, straightened her bikini bottom with a snap, and walked out of the 
bedroom.
	"Ohhhh, it alive," Cynara snickered to her friends as she spotted Mary.  
"I like that kinda tiger design on her tit's, don't you?" she laughted.  Mary just 
stood with her hands on her hips staring at her blonde opponent.  Cynara stared 
back at her.  "Well...let's get this over with" she said firmly.
	Both women remained topless and their bodies looked magnificent, 
excepting the red claw marks on Mary's breasts.  John could tell his friend was 
finally into the match...nipples hard....body tensed.  As Cynara approached, Mary 
held up her hands for a test of strength.  Cynara snorted, lifted her arms and 
locked hands with her opponent.  
	For 30 seconds it was a stand-off.  Then, slowly, Mary began forcing the 
blonde's arms down.  Just as Cynara's arms were about to waist level, Mary 
suddenly fell back, jerking her opponent with her.  As the two hit the mat, Mary 
quickly locked her legs around the surprised Cynara's head.  The blonde was on 
her knees, off balance leaning forward, with her arms held out wide, and much to 
John's delight, her neck was bent up with her nose securely wedged into Mary's 
pussy.  A buzz went through the stunned crowd as the brunette poured on the 
pressure.  The only thing visible was Cynara's blonde hair, her face was so 
securely buried into Mary's crotch.  Her head was bobbing frantically.  As 
Cynara desperately tried to shift her face, Mary suddenly released the blonde's 
hands, grabbed her head and twisted it forcing Cynara to roll onto her back.  
Now it was Mary who moved like a cat as she grabbed her ankle and yanked her 
leg up, locking the gasping blonde into a perfect figure-four head scissors.
	Cynara's makeup was now smeared all over her face, and, to John's 
delight, Mary had lipstich smears on her pink bikini bottoms.  "You fucking 
bi...bitch" Cynara gasped through clenched teeth as her face turned crimson from 
the incredible pressure on her neck. 
	"Time to rock and roll" Mary muttered as she rolled and rolled around 
the room at lightning speed with the sputtering blond helplessly trapped.  She 
finally stopped and the muscles in her arm strained as she puuuullledd up on her 
ankle for a solid 10 seconds. The only sound from Cynara was "ggggggggg 
ggggggg" as she pounded frantically at the brunette's legs.  
	Workmanlike now, Mary releashed her gasping opponent and, in a rush 
of adrenaline, reached between Cynara's legs and under her arms and hoisted her 
up over her head.  The crowd was absloutely stunned as they watched Mary hold 
her helpless victim in the air for a second, and then almost in slow-motion, bring 
her crashing down onto her  knee.  Cynara's screams of pain as she hit Mary's 
knee bounced of the walls.  With the blonde draped over her knee, Mary pushed 
down steadily on Cynara's neck with one hand, and with the other hand did what 
had never been done to the champion before in a match: she slid her hand down 
the blondes silky stomach straight  into her black bikini bottom.
	Mary pressed down harder on the backbreaking hold with her one hand, 
while with the other she sunk her middle kinger deep into the blonds bushy cunt.  
The trapped champion was kicking and screaming like a wildwoman.  
Finally,Mary grabbed a handfull of pussy hair and yanked, Cynara's balled up 
fist reflexively jerking up...slamming, quite by chance, squarely into the 
brunette's nose. "Oh!" a stunned Mary exclaimed ,grabbing her face with both 
hands as Cynara rolled of f of her knee.
	Cynara got up slowly, breathing hard.  Mary was sitting cross legged 
holding her nose and shaking her head.  Cynara charged into the brunette with 
her shoulder sending Mary sprawling.  John watched in horror at what could only 
be termed a nightmare replay.
Cynara flopped down on the carpet and took her time  to expertly locked her legs 
around Mary's head in a perfectly executed reverse scissors. 
	Mary forgot her nose and kicked and humped wildly.  She grabbed the 
blondes ass with both her hands and squeezed. She tried everything  "no No 
NO!!! she thought as she struggled frantically, her face getting redder and her 
eyes wide.  
	Cynara was breathing in rasping gasps as she leaned down to tighten the 
pressure and finish her hoplessly trapped opponent off.  But she wanted to torture 
her opponent too much and leaned too far forward.  Mary kicked up wildly and 
managed to get first one, and then quickly her second leg up over cynara's head.  
The crowd went wild at this chain of events.  It was bedlam as both woman 
rolled onto their sides and poured on the pressure, knowing that the fall, and 
possibly the match hung in the balance.
	Mary was energized in the middle of it all by a sudden realization:  the 
muffled noice of the crowd was combining with the sweaty, perfumey, musky 
smell between Cynara's magnificent legs...to make her..wet.  Wet as hell, in 
fact..  And from the moisture around her face there was certainly no doubt 
Cynara was having a similar experienc. It was both painful and delicious as she 
strained her legs to the limit while struggling to survive between Cynara's 
glorious thighs.
	Slowly, ever so slowly, Mary felt the pressure on her head start to 
dimmish.  Finally, it ceased all together.  Cynara, the blonde champion, was 
totally spent.  Her gas tank was below empty.  
	Mary jerked out a final squeeze and held it for about 5 seconds and then 
released the hold and struggled to her feet.  The spectators watched again in 
stunned silence as Mary stood over her opponent and slowly went to her knees 
straddling the totally exhausted blonde.  The brunette scooted forward and 
secured  Cynara's arms under her legs. She squeezed her thighs and framed the 
beautiful blonde champion between her tan thighs and looked into her eyes. 
"Please don't do this to me in front of my friends," Cynara whispered in a tiny 
voice.  "Please...it's a draw...I don't want.."  "Sh, shh shh, Mary whispered as 
she put her hand lightly over Cynara's mouth, you won't feel a thing."  A single 
tear rolled down the beautiful blonde's face as Mary rose up, spun around 
smoothly and settled squarely onto the champions's face.
	Mary didn't hump and grind though, she simply shifted and wiggled until 
Cynara's nose and mouth were completely wedged into her gorgeous ass.  The 
blonde champion kicked weakly once, twice, and then then her legs fell still as 
she slipped into unconsciousness.
	Mary got up slowly and dragged the blonde's limp but still stunning body 
to the center of the room.  Carefully she spread Cynara's arms and legs.  "John, 
hand me that note I gave you please," she said quietly as she held out her hand.  
John complied. Mary unfolded the note and bent down and placed it over 
Cynara's bikini bottom.  "Give me that poloroid camera," she said to a spectator.  
She focused the camera, flashed the shot, and took the picture out of the camera.  
"Let's go, babe," she said to John.  The two friends walked away leaving the 
stunned crowd to wonder if the two wilcats would ever meet again.


The picture?  John looked at it in the car and smiled.  There was Cynara, looking 
totally naked since the paper covered up her bikini bottom.  On the paper were 
written the words:

The queen of the sluts submits to Mary

End