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                                          Jim vs. Carol
                         As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticut
                       suburbs into New York's Grand Central Station, he was
                    eagerly anticipating the coming hour's event.  The previous
                      night he had telephoned in a response to an ad in Screw
                     Magazine's "Hells Belles" section.  Along with the myriad
                    ads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort of
                     unspeakable things to one's body, was one featuring "total
                    physical domination" and wrestling.  Jim had long fantasized
                      about being physically dominated by a strong, attractive
                        woman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painful
                    submission holds.  After talking to Carol, the placer of the
                       ad, Jim felt that he had just found the answer to his
                     fantasies.  Carol promised that she could easily make him
                     beg to be released.  She especially liked to work scissors
                     and choke holds, and really got off on totally dominating
                       her "victim."  Even more than her more "normal" trade,
                      dominating men by bondage and spanking, she really loved
                    using her body to punish them.  After hearing all that, Jim
                      immediately made an appointment with Carol for the next
                        afternoon.  Now his dream was about to be realized.
                         The walk from Grand Central to the 27th Street address
                       Carol had given Jim seemed to take forever, Jim was so
                      anxious for his match to begin.  As he walked along, Jim
                    dreamed of being held by Carol in various holds, but failed
                     to understand how a girl who sounded so sexy on the phone
                      could manage to squeeze a submission out of him.  He had
                    watched many videos of mixed matches where the women had the
                      men yelling out agonized submissions, but it was always
                        obvious that the holds were staged and the men were
                      submitting "for the camera."  Although Jim was slightly
                    built, at 5'8" and 140 pounds, he felt he was strong enough
                      to take any woman.  Carol's promise to make him beg for
                                        mercy seemed remote.
                         Finally he reached the address.  He rang the doorbell,
                     and someone buzzed him in.  He climbed the two flights of
                     stairs promised by Carol and knocked on her door.  After a
                      minute the door was opened by a very tall pretty blonde
                    wearing an electric blue housecoat.  "Hi, you must be Jim,"
                          she said pleasantly.  "I'm Carol.  Come on in."
                          Jim walked in to a pleasant apartment, dominated by
                      several large wrestling mats placed on the floor.  What
                      furniture there was was pushed to one side.  "As you can
                      see, I have everything ready for our match.  Do you have
                                something for me, Jim?" said Carol.
                          Jim fished in his pocket and found the $200 they had
                      agreed on.  Carol took it into another room and quickly
                      returned.  "While you strip down to your shorts, I'll go
                                    over the ground rules.  Ok?"
                           Jim readily agreed and started to undress.  Carol
                    slipped off her bathrobe.  "Wow!" Jim thought.  Carol was a
                       "10" in anybody's book.  About six feet tall, she was
                    wearing a tightly-fitting one-piece shiny blue bathing suit.
                    Her breasts were were nice-sized, but not overly large.  The
                     shiny fabric of the bathing suit was stretched so tightly
                     over her luscious body that he could see her erect nipples
                     outlined.  Her legs were long and "ran all the way to her
                    ass."  They were very shapely, but Jim could tell that they
                     were well-muscled.  Carol struck a biceps-flex, revealing
                    arm muscles that would make many guys proud.  "This may not
                        be as easy as I thought!" raced through Jim's mind.
                            Carol outlined the ground rules for their match.
                      "Number 1. No biting, scratching or hitting with closed
                      fists.  Slapping and spanking are ok, but judo chops are
                    out.  Number 2. You can only win a hold by a pin, but I can
                      win by either pin or submission.  Number 3. None of this
                      silly three-second pin stuff.  We declare a pin when the
                    loser agrees that he is helpless to get up.  Number 4. After
                    a pin or submission we have a one minute rest break, then go
                     again.  Number 5. The match goes for one hour or until one
                     of us gives up totally.  Number 6. If we roll off the mat,
                                we break and start again.  Agreed?"
                           Jim nodded his assent and told Carol he was ready
                     whenever she was.  Carol set a wind-up timer for one hour
                     and started it.  She stepped to the center of the mats and
                      motioned for him to follow.  Taking a slight crouch, she
                                   said "Let's wrestle, sucker!"
                          The two circled warily, each looking for an opening.
                    Jim made a lunge for Carol's head, but she deftly spun away,
                     twirling around so quickly Jim could scarcely believe his
                     eyes.  He was still recovering his balance from this lunge
                     when Carol jumped him, taking him in a side headlock.  She
                     locked her hands and quickly rolled him over her right hip
                    onto the mat.  Pivoting around, Carol tightened the headlock
                     and spread her legs for stability.  She was arranged at a
                    right angle to him, with most of her weight on his chest and
                     head, one beautiful fabric-clad breast thrust in his face.
                       Normally Jim would love to be under such a well-built
                    beautiful woman in such a position.  However, it was quickly
                       apparent to Jim that her well-muscled arms were indeed
                    strong, for the headlock was painful!  She worked the hold,
                       twisting and flexing her arms, sending spasms of pain
                    through Jim's neck and head.  She countered any move on his
                     part by pivoting to keep their 90-degree arrangement.  Jim
                      was in real trouble, and the match was only seconds old!
                    Carol continued to work the hold, and before long Jim could
                                 sense some dizziness creeping up.
                        Finally he managed to jam his right arm between his neck
                        and her arms.  Forcing against her grip with all his
                     strength, he managed to break the hold.  Rolling away from
                    Carol, Jim shook his head, trying to shake off the pain and
                     dizziness.  He didn't have long to think about it, though.
                       Carol jumped him from behind and quickly took him in a
                       sleeper.  Her right arm was around his neck, her hand
                     nestled in her left elbow.  With her left hand she pressed
                     firmly against the back of his head, driving his head deep
                    into the crushing vee of her right arm.  "I've got you now,
                                sucker!  Do you give?" she taunted.
                          "Never!" grunted Jim.  "Ok," she retorted.  "Say good
                    night, little boy."  She increased the force with both arms,
                     and Jim quickly began to feel the pressure.  His ears were
                     ringing and he was having real problems breathing.  Carol
                        was pushing so hard against his head that he toppled
                        forward, enabling her to bring her weight into play.
                           The last thing he remembered was her legs sliding
                        against his sides and back.  Then he was flat on his
                    stomach, trying to figure out where he was.

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  As he tried to
                       get up, his muscles jerked spasmodically in a "chicken
                     walk."  Gradually he came to his senses and realized that
                             her sleeper hold had really "put him out."
                        "That's one for me," boasted Carol.  "You get one minute
                                        before we go again!"
                        Jim tried to make the most of his minute's rest, but he
                           still felt shaky when Carol said, "Let's go."
                         This time, as the two circled, Jim was careful not to
                    make such a rash lunge for Carol.  He made several cautious
                    moves toward Carol, but she was always a split second ahead
                      of him, spinning out of the way ready to pounce a second
                    later.  Finally Carol lost her concentration for an instant
                     and Jim was able to get his arm around her neck in a side
                    headlock.  He wasn't able to flip her smoothly onto the mat
                    as she had done him, however, and he two wrestlers fell down
                     together.  Although he managed to keep his headlock, Carol
                    was able to snake her legs around his his left leg and lock
                    her ankles, scissoring his thigh.  She immediately tightened
                      her leg grip and started working out of his headlock.  A
                    sudden jolt from her legs made him flinch, giving Carol the
                     opening she needed.  She pushed up on his arms and pulled
                     her head down, escaping his grip.  Quickly she snared his
                     left arm in a half-Nelson.  The pair grappled for several
                     minutes, as Carol gradually asserted more and more control
                                             over Jim.
                         Finally, as he tired, Carol was able to pin his other
                      arm and mesh her fingers behind his neck, establishing a
                    full-Nelson.  She tightened the leg scissors and the Nelson,
                      twisting him painfully.  "How you doing, big boy?  Wanna
                        give?" she taunted.  Jim was determined to ride this
                         through, however.  "Never!" he grunted once again.
                         Carol maintained the pair of painful holds for several
                    minutes more.  His leg ached from the constrictive pressure
                    of her muscular thighs, and his neck hurt like hell from the
                              tight Nelson.  Still he wouldn't submit.
                         Eventually Carol decided that this attack wouldn't be
                    successful.  She released his leg, using the Nelson to keep
                      Jim sprawled on his stomach.  Suddenly she let go of his
                     arms and spun around, keeping her full weight squarely on
                    the center of his back.  She scooped up his feet and firmly
                    tucked each ankle under her armpits.  Squatting, she pulled
                    down on his legs and leaned back, executing a perfect Boston
                      Crab.  The pressure on his back and legs was instant and
                      excruciating.  "Let me know when you've had enough." she
                                             chuckled.
                        Jim tried his best to press up with his arms to relieve
                     the pressure and to force his legs back, but it was to no
                    avail.  Carol had the hold too well established and was now
                       increasing the pressure.  It felt as if his back were
                     breaking.  Suddenly he saw bright lights flash in front of
                     his eyes as his back muscles spasmed.  At the same time an
                    intense pain shot from his spine.  Instantly he screamed "I
                               submit!  I submit!  Just let me go!!"
                         Carol released his legs and sat down on his sore back.
                     Jim was totally out of breath, and her weight made it more
                    difficult to breathe, not to mention get up.  "Gotcha again,
                     didn't I!" she crowed, and spanked his bottom hard four or
                                            five times.
                         She stood up and helped Jim to his feet.  "You took a
                     lot of pain in that round, Jim.  Let's rest five minutes."
                        Jim didn't argue, just groaned in agreement and sprawled
                      on a nearby sofa.  After a few minutes his breathing had
                    returned to normal, but his back still hurt fiercely.  Carol
                      was back in the middle of the mats, motioning for Jim to
                                             join her.
                          Finally Jim drug himself over to the mat and warily
                    approached Carol.  Carol played with him, dancing away from
                    his clumsy attempts to engage her.  Finally she took him in
                     a front neck grip, turned her back to him, and vigorously
                      threw him over her head.  Jim landed roughly on the mat.
                    Carol was all over him.  She slipped her shapely legs around
                     his waist, establishing a perfectly placed body scissors,
                        and took him in a side headlock.  Carol's legs were
                      beautifully shaped, but their muscles were deadly.  She
                          tightened her grip around Jim's waist, painfully
                       constricting him.  He flailed at her legs but couldn't
                     affect her python-like grip.  After struggling against the
                      two constrictive holds for a few minutes, he collapsed,
                                      offering no resistance.
                        "You're mine now, buddy-boy," Carol hissed into his ear.
                     She tightened her scissors grip rhythmically, driving the
                     air from his body.  "Let me know when you've had enough."
                          Jim was in absolute agony.  Carol's deadly legs were
                     painfully crushing his waist, just below his rib cage, and
                      made breathing nigh onto impossible.  Just as soon as he
                       could manage to take in a small gasp of air she would
                    tighten her legs, expelling it for him.  He finally tried to
                    gasp out a submission, but he had too little air to do more
                     than croak.  "What's that, Jim?  I can't hear you!" Carol
                    growled through gritted teeth, as she bore down on his waist
                                            once again.
                           This routine continued for a few more minutes, Jim
                     growing steadily weaker.  Finally he was no longer moving,
                    his face a reddish-purple.  Carol released the headlock and
                     lifted his arm.  When she let go, it flopped limply on the
                       mat.  She had squeezed Jim totally unconscious.  Carol
                             patted his cheek and disengaged her legs.
                        After two or three minutes Jim came around, looking like
                      something the cat had dragged in.  "I've had enough," he
                    coughed.  "You're just too much for me.  Where did you learn
                                             all that?"
                         "Jim, when you called," Carol smiled, "I told you that
                     domination was my business, and wrestling was my favorite
                     part.  I've been doing this for five years now, and seldom
                    lose a fall anymore.  By the way, let me know when you want
                     to try again.  I give a discount for losers!  You haven't
                    even tried some of my better holds yet.  Ever been in a head
                                    scissors or a camel clutch?"
                        It was another few minutes before Jim was able to get to
                    his feet and dress.  He had certainly realized his fantasy,
                        in spades.  Before he left, however, he made another
                     appointment to wrestle with Carol in a few weeks.  Once a
                                            fool.......
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