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Archive-title: 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.  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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