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Chapter 1: The Challenge

Kyle Snyder was on the top of the world when he finally got the challenge. He had just won gold in the Olympics after participating in several US wrestling championships, people were already calling him everything from "The American Emperor" to "The New Karelin". He had come across a lot of money by his successful application of holds, locks, and no small amounts of throws against his heavyweight opponents, his strength and skill both seen as legendary in the community of wrestling.

He wasn't a millionaire or anything yet. He had a few big endorsements and a lot of offers to participate in this, that, and the other. Everybody from the WWE to the UFC to Dancing With the Stars had asked him to participate in the shows they put on, but he just didn't feel right doing anything in any of them. He wrestled, he did not fight, he did not fake fight, and he certainly did not think of himself as a showbiz guy. He had the face for it, as he would gladly and thoroughly explain to anyone who asked him if he thought he was attractive, but he did not consider the world of entertainment to be his calling.

The massive amount of money he had spent on his cars and home was getting to the handsome young man as he looked at just how much he was getting from his new sponsorship deal after taxes were taken out of it, he realized that he did not have anywhere near as much as he wanted. Buy a phone call came to him that night, it was an unknown number but he had his own phone guarded well enough to avoid all but the most serious marketers.

"Hello there, Kyle Snyder" came a woman's voice. It was sultry and authoritative, like a principal who told you you were naughty and needed a spanking "I understand you are a rather...respectable athlete. I am also lead to believe you could use some extra scratch some time soon" she hit her consonants with an authoritative snap, something that made him squirm and want to listen "I have a proposition for you. I would be interested in a...private match between you and a certain wrestler. Something that would answer a curiosity over who is really the best in the world"

He felt like he had heard the voice before, but he had no idea where he recalled it from. The offer was sounding strange, but he may as well ask 'how much money can you put up for this little match? And are you sure this isn't going to give me some kind of injury?" he asked, starting to fidget a bit in his seat

"A million dollars after taxes, double that if you win. But I would not think of it as a cakewalk if I were you. What I am going to give you is ...a massive challenge. Probably the greatest one you have ever experienced or will ever experience" she warned, speaking harder and making him shake slightly in his chair, imagining what exactly may be in store for him.

"Well, this sounds like a prudent business decision on my part, then. I would be interested in pursuing this, assuming of course that your offer is legitimate" he said, breathing hard. He had to assume she had a boyfriend interested in showing off his wrestling skill, or maybe some kid who grew up fighting his big brothers who thought that made him a champion grappler "And of course, assuming that I can assure I won't get my eyes gouged out or my thumbs broken by some dirty fighter who gets frustrated by losing"

"Oh, nothing like that" the voice at the other end said, preparing to send him some anonymous financial assurance that he was going to receive the money that she had been offering. Kyle Snyder felt surprisingly good about himself after all of that, like he had just achieved a new level of celebrity. People were calling him in as the toughest wrestler ever, and he was going to prove himself against whoever those strange anonymous people were.

Rachel Chandler licked her lips, hanging up her cell phone and cracking her neck to loosen up before she walked back onto her mats and did some tumbling. She was old, older than the founding of the nation. She had been doing ballet since she could walk, tumbling since she was six, and wrestling since she was nine years old and a gardener's son asserted that she could not do it. Her muscular development even then, was enough to pin the older boy despite her lack of skills.

She was by no means superhuman, nor even a record holder in any weightlifting events (although she did have one or two in gymnastics) but she was incredibly strong for her size, covered in tough, tight muscles. The 5'3, 112 lb woman had taken on many other men who were 6'5 and upward, but the fact that he was facing off against a guy nearly twice her weight with skills to match did give her a bit of nervousness. After some flips on her mats and a bit of time on the uneven bars, however, Chandler was feeling much better about herself.

She admired her body in the mirror, checking out her bare legs in the sexy red leotard she was wearing, her defined but thin arms, barely there chest, she had the beauty of a ballerina, except she had much longer hair than most of those graceful dancers did, dark brown curls rolling down her back and onto the top of her butt, swinging wildly as she went around and around the bars.

Kyle spent a lot of his time training for the next few days, finding that he had gotten quite excited about his mystery man. The bank documents all checked out, and as he was introduced to the insurance policy he found that his lawyers all agreed that it was rock-solid, even if she seemed to have spent a lot of money to keep it a secret who exactly he would be wrestling once he got here.

Six months of intense training drills went by before there was finally a confrontation between the two of them. Kyle had gotten a few pounds heavier, gaining muscle since the deal didn't actually require any upper weight limit from him. When he took his shirt off he still found that he had defined abs, pecs, the whole nine yards. He loved the way he looked, and knew that he would do a great job against whatever weirdo he was going to get matched up against

Rachel looked about the same as ever as she opened the door for her guests. She was wearing a cocktail dress, black, with a matching pair of 6" heels. Even with those skyscrapers on she was still a head and some change shorter than her opponent. "Hell Kyle" she said, looking up at the guy in the tracksuit who seemed like he just realized he was underdressed 'Are you ready to face off against an opponent unlike any you have ever faced in competition before?" she raised an eyebrow, suggesting a fairly serious tone of challenge and adventure as she said that.

"I'd say so, yes" he said as he walked through the very nice house, following his hostess. She had a nice ass, one that he knew came from muscle. He had found out that she was an Olympic gymnast, of the old school "Rich person with a passion for the sport" family of Olympians, and she had a lot of skill and grace to show for it. When they arrived in her basement he saw mats set up, and looked around

"Alright" he said as he unzipped his tracksuit, revealing a singlet under it 'Show him to me, I'll take him right here and now" he got on the mats and took a wrestling stance, looking like he was prepared to take on the entire world.

"Show who to you?" his hostess asked in a rather put-on shocked tone, placing her hands together and looking intently toward him.

"My opponent" he said, walking toward her, looking serious as he stared at the walls. He didn;t see any hidden doors, just some piles of junk and the woman on the other side of him. Then he took her shoes off, and then started undoing her dress...was this a sex thing? All just a way for her to get into his pants? That would seem overly elaborate since a girl like her would presumably know she could just ask, but then again she was rich and old money tended to like bizarre games.

When her cocktail dress hit the floor, she revealed that she had a pink singlet on. She smiled as she showed off her hard body, tying her long hair behind her head in a compressed bun as she walked toward him 'What's wrong Kyle? Not afraid to fight a girl, are you?" she giggled as she saw how confused he appeared to be

"Not fighting, wrest-No? What? Alright I have no idea why you think you can fight me, but you are going to be very disappointed when you find out the girl power stuff they've been feeding you is all a lie and guys actually do have an advantage...especially guys like me!" he pounded his chest and walked toward her, He was getting two million, easy, and this was going to be one of the easiest matches in his career by a rather serious margin.

She just walked up and extended her dainty hand, shaking his meathook before she backed up 'Standard rules, remember" she said with a wicked smirk as she backed up onto her haunches and looked up at him, licking her lips "Oh, are you scared to come after me? I can start this if you need me to..."

Chapter 2: The Fight Begins

As the fight began, Kyle found that his opponent moved with more confidence than he had suspected. She knew her footwork, and she moved so easily that she could easily counter any position he got, at least from a few feet away. She went from one direction to the other much easier than he did, she had less momentum and presumably she knew that her gymnastics gave her quite the ability to lunge around. She smiled at him like a cat smiled at a mouse, and he felt some fire burning in his chest.

"Fine, I'll start" she said, coming in like a meteor and grabbing him and feigning for the torso. He legitimately seemed like he was only blocking his upper body, he knew feints existed but he seemed to just forget. Maybe he didn;t know that women could think, but she easily got under his body and pulled his right leg out, causing him to fall on the floor. She got on him like a spider-monkey, wrapping legs around his lower body as she pressed her arms against his shoulder, moving around with him. Holy shit,was she going to pin him this easily? She felt like she could do it!

His ability to wrestle was suddenly failing him. He mumbled to himself about how he had allowed himself into this position...his legs were like tree trunks, she shouldn't have pulled them back so easily but somehow she did. He grappled with her hands and realized he was seconds away from losing this unless he made some sort of comeback. He reached for her shins and found that they were not properly locked behind his back. He reached his other hand to her wrist and gripped that, flipping his body over as he pried her off of him.

Rachel cursed herself as so much force simply threw her off of him. She had gotten used to using brute strength against a lot of guys, having forgotten that elite athletes would still beat her ten times out of ten in that, even if she had a bit of an advantage. She needed to really lock herself in if she was interested in winning an event like this, but for now she would just roll away and regroup, staring him in the face as she reconsidered her own moved and watched him do the same.

"Good luck" he said as he raised his hands to his face and approached her again, keeping a close eye on her as she went from side to side, getting closer to him and the further away. He found himself backpedling and staring at the approaching girl.

"Haw! That brute strength means nothing, does it? Whats wrong, those big stupid muscles leaving you weak against the speed and fluency of an attacker like myself? Maybe against other idiot jockboys you have chance of just acting like an ape and ripping till somebody surrenders, but against me? Well, mister, I fear you may have another thing coming!" she shouted as she came in close, cracking her knuckles and looking at his arms "They are sexy, I admit, and you have those nice perky muscle tiddies" she said as she pointed right at his chest "But let's face it, you are no fighter" she smiled proudly.

Everyone tried to get in his mind. Every time he ever fought some sort of game would be played on him and he would have to ignore the stupid shit his opponent had said. Except this time he couldn't really ignore it. She had already shown a sort of superiority by effectively grappling him in the first clinch, and somewhere in his mind a part of him agreed with every word she said. He should not have put so much effort into gaining mass, her lithe body had a lot of advantages on the mat and she was going to press every one of them 'Shut up, you are no better!' he said as he reached out "You still need some strength"

She grabbed at his wrists, grunting as she sidestepped and pulled him forward, placing his arm in a lock and trying to push through the elbow, but finding that he slipped out and re positioned himself, trying to grab at her again. For her part, she could not be locked in any one place, and any time he moved to counter the lock she would push him down and try to re-apply it. She wasn't very heavy but she kept a constant pressure on him to lean on, making his blood rushing to his head and his thighs tell him that they would be tired if this sort of thing caught up.

He reached under her, pulling her leg out, and she fell down, but managed to land on her hands before grabbing his head between her thighs. He grabbed at her hips to try and keep her steady, but she did something to get some momentum going and pulled him right to the Earth, finding herself gripping to him again.

She started chain-wrestling on him, applying hold after hold as he barely got out, finding that his technical knowledge and experience was enough to save him from her superior speed, but he could see that she was getting faster while he would only get winded after trying to keep this up. He blinked hard for a second and found her trying to apply a wrist-lock, and moving quickly he managed to get behind her and shake his arm out, before wrapping his arms around her. He knew that she would have little chance of escaping a full nelson, even other men did.

Rachel cursed herself as she found the hold going around her body. She knew that it would be something she would have trouble with, and even waving her hair right into his eyes only slightly slowed down his application of it. She had to slam herself backward, bumping into his chest, and after that managed to whip one arm out of his grip, effectively leaving him with a half nelson as she swung her torso around, vying for control.

"Good job" he said with a slightly sarcastic sounding confidence "But I don't think that's good enough for me" she said, moving her arm in and then suddenly slipping it out. Kyle was used to much bigger, meatier arms that he could easily find a crook in, holding onto her arm would have been difficult if neither was sweating, but the two layers of perspirant acting lubricant let her just pull out and get behind him "Let see how you far against the same move!" she shouted

She swept his leg out from under him, causing him to fall backwards as she snaked her arms right around him, his huge chest and massive shoulders making the hold more difficult for her relatively tiny arms, but she still managed to put it on him and pull with an incredible grip as he stood there in her arms. He could feel the combination of leverage and pure muscular strength working to her heavy advantage, but he still struggled out of a devotion to showing her that she could not simply make him hers like that, he would fight her off...maybe he could break it.

She applied it perfectly, separating his arms and making his breathing strained, going slightly further with it to ensure that he would really feel the pain and want to submit. He wasn't even really fighting against her, and she felt like he would probably break out in her current positioning. She decided to make the slightest adjustment to how she held him,and when she did that his arms came down with an exposed fury that popped her fingers apart, getting him in front of her and laughing as he looked back

"Oh, whatever muscles, I'll just remember not to take mercy on you since you have to take advantage of it. You haven't put me in a single hold I had actual trouble with" she said as she came forward, facing him head-n as he ducked under her incoming barrage. She just looked down and started staring at his chest.

He came in again, opening his arms wide in an attempted take-down, she ducked under his attempt at grabbing her and shot out both of her hands, rubbing them across his hard nipples. He felt something in his pants and grew slightly weaker, looking down at her as she licked her lips "found the weak spot," she said, pinching a nipple and eliciting a bit of a scream from him causing her to slide between his legs and get behind him "Looks like we know exactly how to defeat you now"

"What are you talking about?" he responded indignantly as her iron hands grasped his singlet and tore it pen, before immediately flying to nipples and rubbing them. He felt himself get harder and weaker, falling toward the ground, barely managing to not get on his knees as she started seriously rubbing his nips. He grasped her hands but in his currents take he simply was not strong enough to pull her hands off of him.

"Seems like we found it, eh big guy? You like having them stimulated, don't you?" she said, slight pinching his left one "Those big muscles you are as useless as I had predicted, make me want to really show you what a woman can do," she said, pinching harder ad making him roll his eyes back. It hurts so good that he could barely even think anymore, but she would certainly think enough to push him down.

He landed on his belly but she quickly got him on his back, mourning his chest and reaching her hands down for his chest. She can do whatever she wants, she just had to decide if she wanted to keep torturing him forget the pin in early. Both sounded tempting to her in different ways.

Chapter 3

"Get off of me!" her opponent nearly squealed, feeling himself feeling a pleasure he never wanted as he shook under the relatively small but still somehow oppressive weight of his unusually skilled challenger. He felt an extreme sensation in his pants as he tried to rock below her, feeling that it was harder to pick her up than it was to bench 300 pounds off of his chest. Probably because he had some blood flowing to the wrong place...

"Oh, little guy having some problems with my methods?" Asked Rachel with a cold, hard smirk as she twisted his nipples again, this time causing his back to arch and his face to twist into a rather humiliating mask of pleasure. "Looks like I found my man's only weakness, huh?" she asked before getting in close and breathing right into his ear "how'd you ever get anywhere when you are this easy to beat and control, you little bitch" she whispered before humping right into his belly and twisting his nipples

Kyle felt his body convulse again at his involuntary pleasure at her hands. He hated how much he loved it, finding himself reaching up and trying to get a handle on her only for her to slap both of his hands away before quickly darting them back to his chest, pinching nipples between thumb and first knuckle "God this is so much more fun than I ever suspected I'd have wrestling a wimpy boy like you! I gotta do this more often!" she humped into his chest again, pushing his whole body back as she grabbed both of his pecs now, kneading them as she bit her lips 'What a nice pair of tits for me to handle

He hated being objectified like that, but had no idea what he could possibly do to escape her harsh grasp. No matter how hard he fought back, the pleasure she was sending him just got him back on the floor and convulsing, he had never been very open with anybody, even himself, about how sensitive his chest was, and now it was being used against him in a very important contest of strength.

"I may not be doing enough" Rachel mused as she got her face in close, kissing his chin and smirking. She loved when boys made their little orgasm faces, how humiliated they would always be to be seen as weak in front of a sexy woman like herself, how they tended to freak out about losing power. Taking power away from boys was Rachel's favorite, had been for her entire adult life, and the sexier she could do it the better it was for somebody like her. So she just leaned down again and took a nipple in her mouth, loving the sweaty taste of the muscle-man's trained, toned, and humiliated body

Kyle's body tried to shoot up, but she was pinning him too thoroughly now. Her legs were wrapped around his midsection, corded like snakes right around his body as she held both of his wrists down. That could be the most humiliating part of the whole affair, because he had always been rather proud of how strong his arms were yet here they were getting completely held down by someone who was less than half his weight. He felt useless, and more than that he felt like a fucking sex object. Even a sex object could keep objectivity though, but here he was getting hard in his pants, starting to enjoy his capture

Rachel, of course,was swimming in her panties from all the excitement of capturing and making a bitch out of her male opponent. She thought he was pretty handsome and, as she was now finding out, loved all the sounds he would make when he was too embarrassed to open up about his own arousal. He struggled on the ground, closing his eyes tightly and flexing every muscle in his body, breathing an an alarmingly accelerated rate and trying in vain to somehow push her body off of his, which he was quickly finding to be completely impossible.

Then she started suing her teeth. Gently at first, but getting a bit rough with how she was gnawing and chewing. "Oh god please no!" he shouted as he buckled around wildly in response to the first use on his nipples, finding that he was helpless against the force she could apply and the way her tongue could make him feel so amazing just by moving around.

"MMMM she moaned before slowly taking her tongue from his right nipple, offering him a predatory smile as she slowly licked around his chest until she got to the other end, starting to bite down on his right, slowly sucking and licking as he went right back to moaning. She felt his arm muscles in her grip, how they flexed so hard but still never managed to get anywhere against her own superior female muscles.

"Oh god, no, NOOOO" he screamed out as he started just shaking on the floor and feeling her bite and chew on him, making him so red-faced and aroused that he wanted to just disappear from the face of the Earth. He knew that he would never be able to do anything like that, of course, but that did not stop him from wishing that he was in a situation where he did not have to deal with the physical and sexual superiority of a female opponent.

Suddenly she went in deeper, chewing on his nipple like gum before suddenly pulling her face off, several strands of saliva still attaching her to his chest as she smiled like a snake, even waving her head around and everything as she got down on his nipple again and licked "Hmm, maybe you are tired of getting sexually assaulted now?"

He was he hated to think of what he was going through as sexual assault but he had to admit that it was an accurate moniker. Kyle Snyder struggled some more against her, and then just kind of hampered in defeat as she carried herself over his body

"Don't worry" she said in a cold, but almost maternal-sounding voice "It will all be over soon," she said before tackling him, wrapping her arms around him and twisting his nipples so hard that he nearly instantly started crying. Her arms began to apply all the mighty strength they contained in her biceps and shoulders as she twisted even harder "I can do this all day, wimp!" she declared.

Kyle did not want to deal with this, but as he felt her start squeezing harder and harder he had to clench his teeth. She was hurting him so badly that he could hardly even think anymore, and as she went in deep and deeper he started shaking in her grip, before finally crying it "Stop it, please Stop it!"

"Do you surrender?" she sultrily asked right int his ear

"Oh God yes, I quit!" he shouted loud enough that, if he were in one, a whole arena could hear his plead for help and mercy. She let go of him and flipped him over, looking at his pathetic body.

She saw his boner, but didn;t touch it. She was pretty sure he knew she knew, and if he did not he was either a moron or thought that she was a moron. Kyle did see his erection in his singlet, he also saw Rachel's big, muscular ass jiggling a she sauntered off of him and toward the opposite wall. He got up slowly, staring at her muscular back, awesome thighs, huge defined back, and generous arms.

"So, seems like the best woman won" said the rich lady, giving him finger guns as she winked at him.

"Hhh" he said, processing what had happened and what his feelings were about everything. He definitely felt defeated, humiliated, and more or less buried beneath the minuscule body of his opponent "that doesn't count!" he shouted, getting up and walking toward her "We never talked about ...THAT in the rules!" he didn;t even want to name any of what had happened

"Well i didn't think we'd have to...honestly I had no idea it would be so effective against a big man like yourself," she said, rubbing her fingertips over his abs "seems like somebody has a fetish he neglected to mention

"Shut up! It's not a fetish he said defensively, covering his nipples with his hands and feeling all the more feminine and weak for doing so. Why would a male ever need to hide his nipples, especially while experiencing sexual terror "You aren't a better wrestler than I am, you just...pushed my buttons!"

She pinched her fingers together "May be more accurate to say that I turned your nobs, but I get your point" she said as she sauntered right up to him and looked him up and down "But I am always nice to the fairer sex, you guys are so weak and helpless against us women I could never compete against you like I would to a real opponent" she loved this grandtstanding, and the way it made him so visibly uncomfortable "So I may as well offer you a bit of a second chance, since you are such a sexy boy and it looks like you're gonna cry if I don;t offer you anything"

He stepped forward, crossing his arms and trying to look stoic "You really are not being very nice" he said coldly "and if you want a real test between us, lets have one where you don't...touch me in unfair ways like that"

She rolled her eyes "fiiiine, round two starts in a few minutes. No nipple-twisting, genital groping, spanking, et cetera' she counted off the offenses on her fingers 'and that goes for both of us. Deal?" He felt humiliated for having to specify any of that, really, but still extends his hand in friendship. This next match was going to be wayyyyy different. "Deal" he took her hand in his own, unable to help but notice how firm her handshake was.

Chapter 4

Snyder and Chandler circled each other on the mats, Snyder slowly realizing that he was more frightened of his feminine opponent than he ever wanted or meant to be. She was certainly a crafty one, but she had a few other elements to her that were terrifying. Her eyes, for one thing, spoke of a determination and grit that he found hard to counter. Something about the ways her thin, muscled limbs would jump with each twitch made him uncomfortable, and made his own body twitch in response, just in a different place.

Chandler was feeling very strong coming in, but had to remind herself not to get too cocky. Her opponent was intimidated, sure, but still had a chance in his own mind which meant he would have a chance in the real world. She loved a man with some chutzpah, so it was good that she hadn't totally broken him with some nipple torture and dirty talk. She did, however, decide that he would be on the offensive this time. She knew that he had plenty of moved to use on her, and had probably gotten more used to fighting small and fast opponents, but she just felt like she had a serious chance and as such she was going to take advantage of it.

Snyder saw she was going low in her first tackle. He prepared to macth her, but at the last moment she went high, striking like lightning. She honestly had no plans of going high, but what she lacked in long-term planning she made up for in improv skills. She placed both hands behind the back of his neck and pulled him further downward, finding him at about thigh-level with his face after she pressed it down, she tried to close her legs around his head like a pair of jaws.

For all the trouble he was having, Kyle was still thinking clearly, and strong enough to lift her above his head and drop her down. The strength to get up there brunt his legs a bit, but he knew she would be in a worse shape when she hit her head on the mats

Being a gymnast, of course, Rachel managed to land on her hands no problem and balance when she got down, looking at Kyle' muscular legs before she had another idea. She saw that he had apparently though he had hurt her, and he was turning around slowly like it was not a serious situation, so she just slammed her thighs around his body, tightening the grip she had as she hooked her ankles together in front of his navel then gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as she stood on her hands and kicked him with her lower body.

Kyle had rarely been supplexed before,. He was heavy enough that most guys just didn't even try, and even if they did he could usually go limp and they would no longer be able to handle his weight. What he did not count on, however, was simply insane strength that a trained dancer/gymnast with feminine legs carried in her lower body.

Rachel had to rest her head on the ground for extra balance, but when she pulled back with her glutes she easily pulled her man into the air, and after that it was just a matter of falling backward and slammed his shoulder into the mat.

He hit hard, finding himself stunned as she gave a brief experimental squeeze on his torso. He felt like he was pretty solid down there, so she decided her considerable skill would be better spent in some other way, she let her legs go as she crawled up next to him and grabbed for his left wrist, seeing if she could get some kind of lock on it before the timer ran out.

He grabbed at her arms and they started simply pressing their upper bodies for a grapple. Kyle once again finding himself in the inferior grounded position. But when he considered weight and skill he realized his position may not have been as inferior as he had once thought.

Rachel was shocked when his legs whipped around, catching her around the midsection before whipping back, carrying her to her right before slamming her shoulder on the ground. Guy had a solid set of legs, she was admiring them earlier and they kept every word of the promise of strength they had made with their appearance. She was in a very good position to grab his genitalia or abuse his ass right then, but she remembered her deal and mumbled as she started applying more pressure with those great thighs of his.

Rachel struggled as Kyle leaned forward and tried to redundantly catch her with his hands, knowing that she would have no real trouble escaping if he was only using his legs on her. Sadly, reaching and grabbing at her was not as easy as he had suspected, and his hands were slapped away hard enough that he winced and recoiled backwards.

Rachel took advantage of the brief lapse in pressure, moving herself like a snake did in those ballets she used to do about wildlife, finding that she could get out of the space between his meaty legs in barley a tenth of a second if the pressure was wrong, and after that she got on her feet and took a few steps backward, inviting him to get up.

He told himself it was a stupid move to play along as he got to his feet, but Kyle didn;t really believe that. He was pretty sure she was condescending to him by offering him a moment;s advantage instead of pressing herself in ground game, something he suspected she may have secretly been vastly superior at.

She didn;t run right into him again, instead slowly moving to her left, making him move to his own left so that he would follow her wherever she went. He had no idea what his plan was, nor what hers was, but his instincts said that he should face her. He had to admit, looking at her, she had a nearly perfect body in pretty much every way, Her hair especially caught his eye as her ponytail drifted behind her back, looking like snake of its own as he laid his eyes back on her.

Rachel twitched her muscles, finding that any part of her which was subjected to a quick flex was, immediately afterward, subject to the peeping gaze of her opponent. He had the bulge of a man who was enjoying the view as he watched her legs explode with strength, her arms flex into tiny hard balls, and on occasion her chest bound around with its relatively tiny orbs. Seems like he liked tits as much as he loved having his own molested, she would have to remember that later.

Kyle looked at her and tried to keep concentrated, but everything about her, from her movement to the way she would look at him, made that hard. "This is going to be fun" she was speaking in that sultry voice again and he found his eyes drifting toward her, unable to help but admire the great beauty in her stern, erudite, and beautiful face as she looked down at him with an anticipation of victory. He could feel anger welling toward her, but he wasn't sure if it was as strong as the fear, or even the attraction that he felt toward her.

She came at him fast and hard, having to duck under his swipe at her before wrapping her arms around his midsection like she was a steel trap. Her buns of steel hardened into their naturally thick and powerful shape as she strained her neck and thighs, pulling him from his feet and slamming him into the ground "that was effort" she moaned to herself as she stood over him, cracking her knuckles and looking down at his stunned form.

Kyle lay there stunned. This...girl had just completely manhandled him. He got up slowly, only for her to belly-flop right onto his front, knocking him down again a she held onto him with both arms, once again digging herself deep into him and breathing hard into his neck, digging them into a metaphorical hole as all he could do was breath hard and try his best to get her off of him.

She rode him like a bull, thighs around his midsection and arms around his shoulders, hugging him and maintaining perfect balance as she slowly looked for some way to change their position and get him in a submission. He yanked his neck to the side and she saw her shot, reaching out with both hands to get him in a lock. He grabbed her waist right then and there, smiling as he finally found himself in an advantageous situation, he closed his eyes and grunted as he lifted her off of his body, throwing her into the air.

Rachel considered her situation and formed the skeleton of a plan, letting go with her thighs and letting herself get pushed off as her new boyfriend (She figured she could call him that at this point) slowly got up to follow her and finish her off. She spread her legs out and smiled at him, letting him go in for his own tackle before she moved around with the speed of a lightning bolt! She had to make sure he flopped onto the cold, hard ground before she tackled onto his back. Her legs and arms wrapped around simultaneously

"Even if you were stronger than me, which you aren't" she fibbed, beginning her little pontification "No technique exists to break out of a rear naked choke" she pointed out as she started squeezing harder and harder, slowly getting him from consciousness to unconsciousness as her hands did their deadly work on his poor, abused body. Kyle felt arousal tingle inside of him as the world fizzled into blackness

Chapter 5

Rachel had a hell of a time choking out her opponent. He felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he struggled in her grip, finding that he humiliated himself as he slowly lost his consciousness and collapsed on the ground. She smiled at his body, kissing his cheek,and then nibbling the nape of his neck, before lightly twisting the unconscious man's nipples. Even asleep, he stirred and moaned when she went to town on those pink bumps. She had to giggle at that, but got off of him and prepared for her next task.

She reached down under his arms, grabbing under the armpits, grunting, and furrowing her brow as she brought him upward, finding that she was strong enough to get his limp body in the air. She smiled, adjusting him some before she finally got him across her shoulders, preparing him for a torture rack...but deciding that she didn't want to do that while he was unconscious, he would need to be awake to feel that.

Kyle did actually wake up while he was up there, completely confused by what was happening He was in the air and his body was on some sort of concrete structure. At least it was as firm as concrete, it didn;t grate against him like concrete would. He blinked a few times before he realized that he was being carried around by a girl! He had lost...he had been KO'd, the first one in his entire career and he had been KO's by a tiny girl who wasn't even a wrestler by trade or concentration! Rachel found a chair, pulling it out from the wall with her foot before slamming him down, ass-first, forcing him to sit in front of her. "Now we got him" she smirked, cracking her knuckles "Move a muscle and I will smash your bones, wimp" she giggled as he found himself sitting down in response. Seemed like he really didn't want to risk pissing her off.

He actually felt entirely terrified of the sexy, sexy woman as she walked to a closet and pulled out several ropes and cords, sauntering back to him, pulling her instruments of bondage tightly. He wanted to get up but all he could think about was what she would do to him if she could find him, how thoroughly she would bash him and make him a little bitch. He felt himself get harder as he meekly sat in place.

Rachel had a laugh "aww, did someone get traumatized of girls? Did someone lose the big match and now they feel like they were a loudmouth?" she asked as she got behind him, grabbing his wrist in steely fingers and tying the, put, making sure to pull the ropes as hard as she could before slowly feeling up his muscles "all those hours at the gym were useless weren't they? Can't break ropes, can't beat girls, can't stop yourself from getting trapped and sexually harassed. But then again, why would you ever want to?"

He whimpered. No words would have done justice to his predicament so he simply said nothing he did pull on his bonds, finding that they were indeed far too strong for him to break out of, so that was it, then, he was stuck here as the woman who had beaten him twice in a row just had her way with him.

"Please, don't hurt me" he found himself begging. His male ride was completely gone, his erection was livelier than ever before, and his nipples were like diamonds. He struggled in his chair as she came toward him, her finger angling his chin up as she looked down evilly

"H, I don't think so," she said, before grabbing two clamps, vicious-looking things, and snapping them in front of his nipples. She had a face of pure erotic ecstasy as she got near him, er breath on his chest as she threatened to seriously hurt his nipples. He looked at her hair, her eyes, her lips, her slight cleavage, all of it coming together to make her seem like a real monster of a woman and fighter

"What are you going to do?" he asked as he struggled some more, finding himself getting even harder, shorter of breath, and more terrified of the imminent nipple torture as he looked on in shock and terror.

"Oh, nothing much" she shrugged her shoulders "Just what I want. You could make things easier by admitting some things for me. Like, who is the best wrestler in the world? Are boys or girls stronger? Was it smart for you to think you could beat a woman in a wrestling match?" her eyes drilled holes in him she licked her lips in anticipation.

This was an evil plot, to him, but he saw no option beside playing into it completely. "You Are the best wrestler in the world. Girls are much stronger than boys, and it was stupid of me to ever think that I could stand up to a woman in a contest of strength" he thought he was just giving into her demands at first, but as more words spilled forth form his mouth he found himself believing more and more of it. She Had beaten him, had she not? Didn't that make her the better wrestler in an objective sense?

"Good boy" she moved in and kissed him on the cheek, holding the loud, long smooch for several seconds before pulling away and applying both clamps to his nipples, letting them come down with full force

"AAAA!H" he screamed out, struggling feebly against his bonds as he felt his body grow more aroused and his mind grow more confused. He was getting completely dominated by a pair of inanimate objects, yet he was feeling like this was a very natural thing. He leaned forward and moaned at his torturer, looking at her beautiful, compact body once again as he felt himself growing ever harder in her presence

"Are you enjoying yourself there, stud?" she asked as she casually swept her hand down his back, sending tingles all over him before she grabbed a clamp and slowly began to twist it "Are you feeling like you are completely defeated? Like I can torture you however I want and you can do nothing to stop me?"

"Yes!" he groaned as she kept up her good work, making him call into his chair, ever weaker as his nipples got more and more stimulated and beaten down. He bit his bottom lip and tried to ignore his intense arousal, but that was only making him more aroused. He leaned into his bonds and cried out, only to receive two of his opponent's fingers in his mouth, slowly reaching around

"Seems like an excellent mouth" she commented, grabbing his tongue with those fingers 'One that could do a very good job at pleasing a woman like myself" she giggled, turning around and shaking her ass at him, twerking a bit as she did so "You know that this butt is one of the very best on Earth? Firmest, strongest, bets trained" she jiggled it some more and he felt hypnotized, looking at it and wondering what she would do to him, reeling back as she slammed it on his face

"MMM, I am going to have you under me for quite some time, loser boy. You are going to be my little bitch" she said, jamming her pussy into his face and grabbing the clamps with both hands, pulling hard and in a different direction, stretching and torturing his nipples as she started to lightly vibrate herself against his face, a layer of singlet separating her pussy from his mouth, but it was not enough to stop her from feeling amazing

The torture on his nipples, of course,w as a lot. He shook his fee around and cried into the pussy as he felt his body betraying him even worse than before, his entire self melting into his victimizer as he started to tap his feet on the floor in anticipation of whatever would happen next. The pain in his chest was intense, but as he felt more and more of it it started to become quite pleasant for him.

He started to kiss and lick at the clothed genitalia, and then her groin pulled away, her hands still reaching between her legs to pull on his nipple clamps as she shook her rear end at him, looking behind her back and smiling "You are such a little bitch!" she shouted in a happy giggle "I am going to have so much fun making you MY little bitch" she said, shaking at him again "now that I have taught you that females are superior, and that I can kick your ass pretty easily, I think you will be a much more agreeable boyfriend"

Boyfriend? He jolted up, not wanting to date someone who terrified him this much. He pulled a bonds and found the clamps pulling even tighter "Of course, yes ma'am!" he shouted, feeling himself break completely under her grip

"Oh really? Seems like I do have you wrapped around my little finger, don't I?" she asked in a mocking tone, shaking her butt for him again "and I think I can get used to you saying 'yes ma'am' whenever I desire something from you. So, baby boy, what are you looking for in a girl? Beside someone to show you up and torture your nipples? Don't try and say you don't want those,I can see how aroused you get!"

He wanted to dispute that, but when he looked down he found he couldn't "I don't know" he said before his nipples were tugged even harder. He realized that he would know what he would want better than he ever would.