The Tryout
By David
Amber makes the wrestling team


Amber was now a senior, and she was determined to show that 
sexist, chauvinistic wrestling coach that she was good 
enough to wrestle on the varsity team.  She knew that girls 
were not "encouraged" to wrestle, but this was now a quest.  
Coach Fowler had made her life a living hell every time she 
tried out before for the past three years, but THIS time, 
it would be different.  THIS time, she trained all year 
long.  THIS time, she would make it and prove him wrong.
She started out in 9th grade, more as a dare than anything 
else.  She only weighed 105 pounds then, and Coach Fowler 
matched her up with the varsity 103 pounder, who had won 
the Region title the year before.  He beat her up in 
practice for a week, causing her to decide that it wasn't 
worth it.  As a 10th grader, she grew to 5' 7", 116 pounds, 
so the coach matched her up with the varsity 112 pounder, 
who was the 103 pounder from the year before.  She lasted 
two weeks this time, but the bruises were just too much for 
a 16-year-old to handle, so she quit again.  
It was her junior year that REALLY inspired her.  She had 
grown a little, then 5' 9", 130 pounds, and she held her 
own against the varsity 130 pounder in practice, scoring 
takedowns and sometimes even pins.  Before the first match, 
Coach Fowler announced wrestle offs for varsity positions.  
Feeling confident, she challenged Bill, the varsity 130 
pounder, to a match.  She scored the first takedown, and 
held a 2-1 lead going into the 3rd period.  In the 3rd 
period, she reversed Bill, earning 2 more points, but was 
then called for an illegal move by Coach.  She tried to 
protest, but saw Bill receive another point for her 
unsportsmanlike conduct.  With the score now 4-3, she knew 
she could "ride him out" to win, but then was called for 
stalling twice, giving Bill another point.  The match went 
to overtime, where Coach called her again for stalling and 
awarded the match to Bill.  Amber was FURIOUS and marched 
out of the gym.  Coach Fowler caught up to her and said 
"Don't be mad at me, you were the one stalling."
"You know that I wasn't stalling, you are just afraid that 
a girl was going to beat one of your precious boys, so you 
helped him!" snarled Amber.
"You can't prove that." Said Coach Fowler.  "And besides, 
there isn't any room for a female in a man's sport anyway!  
Go out for swimming or something feminine."
Amber went home that night and allowed herself the only 
tears that she would cry about it.  She also made a solemn 
vow to show Coach Fowler up.  So began the training.  
Weightlifting, running, weightlifting, wrestling with the 
local college team at their workouts, weightlifting, 
weightlifting, etc.
When practice began for her senior season, Amber had bulked 
up to 168 pounds on her 5' 10" frame.   Upon weighing in, 
the boys saw the muscles through her t-shirt and shorts.  
She could now bench 305 pounds and squat 430 pounds.  The 
varsity 171 pounder became very nervous, as did Coach 
Fowler.  "What is this?  Are you on steroids or something?"  
he asked.
"Nope, just hard work", she said.
As practice began, she toyed with Hank, the 171 pounder, 
like he was a first year wrestler.  She scored 12 takedowns 
and 8 pins, while he scored 3 escapes (when she let him get 
up).  After practice, Hank went into Coach Fowler's office 
for 10 minutes.  When they emerged, Coach Fowler called to 
Amber to come into his office.
"I don't know what you took, but I'm not going to have a 
druggie on my team.  Don't come back tomorrow.  You're 
gone",  he said.
"You know that I didn't take anything.  You're just using 
that as an excuse because I kicked Hank's ass all over the 
mat!" she replied.
"I don't care what you say.  It's not natural for a girl to 
beat a boy like that.  Hank is a good wrestler, and now he 
wants to quit because you beat him so bad.  He has been 
with this program for three years and might be team captain 
this year.  I'm not going to let him throw it all away for 
some dumb girl's crusade against boys.  You've quit every 
year.  I think you'll quit again, and Hank is too important 
to this team to lose.  Get out", he said looking away.
"How about if I beat you?" she asked, burning with hate.  
"Would THAT be enough?"
Coach Fowler was a college wrestling champion in his day, 
and was still in decent shape, holding 200 pounds on his 6' 
body.  None of his wrestlers had EVER beat him.  "What did 
you say?"  he said, not believing what he'd heard.
"If I beat you, you let me stay and earn my spot.  If I 
lose, I'll go.  Deal?"  Amber was confident.
"Heh-heh.  Yeah, sure.  Let's go," he said.
They went out to the mat, the only two left in the gym.  
"Since there's no clock, we'll just wrestle to the first 
pin, or the first to 10 points.  Deal?" he asked.
"Fine with me," she said.  The match was on.
Coach Fowler was very overconfident at first, as he tried a 
shot at half speed, thinking he'd take it easy on her.  He 
didn't want abuse charges, did he?  Amber quickly countered 
and scored the first takedown. 2-0 Amber.
He was stunned when she let him up.  Usually wrestlers only 
did that when they were sure they would get another 
takedown.  What was she thinking?  He went to lock up with 
her, only to be ducked under and taken down again.  4-1 
Amber.  SHE LET HIM UP AGAIN!  Now he was angry.  He didn't 
care about abuse charges; he wanted to prove his point.  He 
shot full speed, only to be shoved back, out-muscled, to 
his butt.  Amber pounced on him and put him on his back.  
This was the first time he had been there since college!   
After finally turning over, Amber let him up again.
" That's 9-3 smart ass", she said dominantly.  He was in a 
daze.  How could this happen?  A girl, beating him?  She 
locked up with him, and threw him to his back.  Upon 
landing, she squeezed as hard as she could, taking his 
breath and any will to fight.  "Say it, ass hole!  Say 
`pin'!" she hissed.
"P-P-Pin.." He whispered.  He was humiliated and in pain.  
Beaten by a girl.
Amber wasn't done with him.  No, no, there was too much to 
repay.  Squeezing even tighter, she stared into his near 
unconscious eyes.  "Beg me to let you go.  Beg like a dog," 
she sneered.
"P-Please, let go.  I think you broke a rib.."
"Do you think I care??  You broke my life for three years!  
All I wanted was to be accepted, but NO!  You had to be Mr. 
Macho.  Well, things are a changing, Ricky (she called him 
by his first name!).  You will learn to appreciate the 
power of a woman!  Tell me I'm better than you.  Say it.  
Tell me who's superior here!"
Rick Fowler had never known pain like this.  He knew she'd 
broken at least one rib, but she was squeezing even HARDER.  
Was this possible?  How strong WAS she?  "You're b-b-b-
better than me.  Please, let go.  I'll do whatever you 
want, but please." he whimpered.
"Whatever I want, huh?  THIS could be fun!  Okay, Ricky, 
I'll let go on one condition.  You will be my slave.  Yes, 
that's it.  My SLAVE.  You will do whatever I say, and you 
will address me as Goddess Amber.  Understood?  SAY IT!!!!" 
she screamed, now in all her glory.
"Okay, okay Goddess Amber.  I'll be your slave.  I'll do 
whatever you want.  Please."  He was beyond having his own 
will now.  All he knew was pain.  Extreme pain caused by 
this strong, dominant, 18-year-old woman.  He knew that he 
would be humiliated even further, but it didn't matter.  As 
long as the pain went away.
Amber let go, and stood dominantly over him.  "You're 
pathetic, you know that?  That's not even close to the 
amount of pain you caused me!"  She stepped on his ribs, 
getting a scream of anguish. "Get up on your knees, slave," 
she said. 
Ricky slowly rose to his knees.  He wanted to crawl in a 
hole, to get away, but she would catch him and beat him 
down again.  He knew that he would never be her physical 
superior.  He was getting older and weaker, while she was 
in the prime of her life.
Amber found a chair and brought it to where Ricky was 
kneeling.  She sat down right in front of him.  "Take my 
shoes off, slave."
Ricky untied her shoes, not knowing what was in store for 
him.  When he removed them both, Amber shoved her stocking 
feet in his hands.  "Now my socks." As Ricky removed her 
socks, Amber's size 9 bare feet were exposed.  They were 
quite pretty, with pink nail polish on them, and high 
arches.  She took good care of them.  After all, she WAS a 
girl, right?  
Amber placed the sole of her right foot in Ricky's face.  
"Kiss my foot.  Show me proper respect and worship my foot.  
Massage it while you kiss it."  Amber was in all her glory.  
Here was the man who had made her life a living hell for 
three years, and now he was at her feet, worshipping her 
like the Goddess she was.  This was too good to be true!
Ricky kissed her foot and rubbed it.  It had a musky smell, 
as Amber had worn the shoes through practice.  They didn't 
smell bad, though.  And why was he getting an erection?  He 
was totally confused.
As Amber removed her foot to put the other one in his face 
for worshipping, she also noticed the bulge in his shorts.  
"What's this?" she asked as she touched his bulge with her 
foot (getting a moan from Ricky).  "What are you, a freak?  
You like being my slave, don't you?  Take off your 
clothes!"
"Amber, I don't think I can do that." "DO IT! Now!"  She 
said as she lifted her foot to kicking position, pointing 
at his ribs.  Ricky removed all of his clothes, kneeling 
naked, with his penis at a full 6".
"Now don't you look foolish?  Show me how you want to 
worship me!  Jack off while you smell my foot!"  She stuck 
her left foot over his nose, and Ricky began to stroke 
himself.  Whatever pride he had was gone.  He was now 
completely in her command.  As he felt his orgasm begin, he 
even asked Amber "Goddess, may I cum?"
"No! Stop!  Lay on your back."  As Ricky lied down, Amber 
placed her foot over his face.  "Worship me, 
footlicker!!!!", she said.
Ricky worshipped Amber's feet, kissing, massaging, and 
smelling, until she removed her foot from his face.  "Open 
your mouth," she said.  Upon opening his mouth, Amber stuck 
her big toe in.  "Suck", she sneered.
Ricky began sucking his Goddess's toe, but was soon 
overcome with the situation.  His penis jerked 
spasmodically as he came all over himself.  Amber quickly 
rubbed her foot in it, then ordered him to lick it up.  As 
he finished, she said, "You will serve me every day after 
practice.  After all, a girl has to take care of herself, 
right?  Oh yeah, I've got a few friends who might want to 
try out wrestling and see what you REALLY are.  You don't 
mind, do you slave?"
"Whatever you wish, Goddess Amber.  Now may I go to the 
hospital?"  said slave ricky.