Message-ID: <13463eli$9807300146@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gwalb25@my-dejanews.com Subject: Story:After the TournamentPtI Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.fetish.wrestling,alt.sex.femdom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pl4ml$cno$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> After The Tournament. part I by GW Mature adults only F/M rape violence femdom Frank objects to his wife Sandy participating in a wrestling tournament. Frank Manson ran the most popular health club in Chesterville. His outstanding physique was one of the prime attractions and selling points. He was also an outstanding teacher and fitness trainer. His wife Sandy was his star pupil. In the five years since their youngest child started school, he had developed her from an overweight, chubby housewife into a first rate amateur body builder. She was now, at 5'6, 145 pounds of well defined muscle. After a lifetime of inactivity, Sandy had taken to body building like a duck to water. In the last year she had even gotten into wrestling lessons at another local club. She had signed up at the other club to take a self defense and rape prevention course. Frank had encouraged her to do it. But when the other club offered a wrestling classes, and Sandy signed up for them, Frank changed his tune. The self defense lessons had been one thing, but now Sandy seemed to be spending more time at the other club than at his own, and the other club was his keenest competitor. At first, Frank just grumbled. Then he found out there were both men and women in the classes, and they sometimes wrestled. Frank really hated the idea of his wife grappling half-naked with other men. He did everything in his power to get Sandy to quit, but he couldn't seem to get through to her anymore. Sandy found wrestling against either men or women exciting. It provided the competition and challenge she'd missed as a chubby child. Grappling with men was no turn-on for her either really. Sandy didn't find any of the men as exciting and sexy as Frank. It was getting harder every day to convince Frank of that though. Now, to add insult to injury, the other club was sponsoring a Wrestling Tournament. Worse the tournament was open to the public. It was to be co-ed, a daring innovation in small, conservative Chesterville. Frank was vehemently opposed. He argued that the Tournament ought to be closed down as a threat to public morals. For the first time since she'd known him, though, Sandy refused to bow to Frank's opinion. She stubbornly signed up for the tournament against Frank's wishes. Now it was time to leave for the first match. Frank was still arguing. "Its not ladylike and I won't have my wife exhibiting her body like that. Besides some of those guys are rough. What if you get hurt?" Sandy, in a short skirt and bikini top was a pretty sight, as she stamped her foot in exasperation. "I don't care. I signed up for it and I'm going to do it. I don't care if it is a mixed wrestling tournament. This is the '90's and a wife doesn't take orders from her husband. I love you Frank, but this is something I really want to do and I'm going to do it. If I get hurt that's my responsibility, but I don't think it will be me! I'm good!" Sandy whirled on her heel and started for the door. Frank dashed after his pretty, blond wife. He grabbed her arm in an iron grip. Sandy was furious and not about to give in. She bumped her rear end back into his crotch, with force that surprised her husband. Then with a quick twist, she whirled back to face him. Frank lost his grip on Sandy's arm. A second later, she slapped him across the face "How dare you?" She snapped "Don't you ever dare put your hand on me like that again!" To emphasize her point Sandy kicked Frank in the shin. Before he could stop her, she flounced out. Frank was fuming. "Damn it," he thought, "she needs a good lesson! I ought to enter that damn tournament myself and make sure she gets it. Hmmmm maybe that's an idea?"...... The first day of the tournament, Sandy did very well. She reached the semi-finals, beating two other girls, and one rather small out of shape man. He was the easiest one of the three. The next afternoon Sandy was shocked to find out her opponent in the semifinal was none other than Frank. Frank had sailed through the semifinals too. He easily disposed of two men and one big strong nineteen year old girl. He'd rather enjoyed that encounter. Sandy hid her amazement behind a sweet, confident smile. She didn't feel quite so confident though. "Oh Migod I never thought I'd have to wrestle anyone as big and strong as Frank. Good Lord isn't there a weight limit in this tournament? Frank outweighs me by at least sixty pounds. Well I've got to do it. I can't back out now." Frank had some misgivings about this now himself. "I feel like a real fool up here." He thought. "I never guessed there'd be so many people here. Everyone's going to think we're crazy; a husband and wife fighting each other in a wrestling ring." The bell rang! Frank moved slowly toward the center of the ring. Sandy stood still a second thinking. "I suppose Frank will beat me, but there's no reason to make it easy for him. Damn him any way!" Resolving to give Frank the surprise of his life, Sandy took a deep breath and danced lightly, out of her corner, to meet her big, muscular husband. At the last second, Sandy leaped at Frank's broad chest. Frank thought he'd scare her. He grabbed her by the arm and by the thigh and lifted her right off her feet. Sandy somehow wrapped her legs around his neck. She was supple as a snake. She threw her weight forward and the amazed Frank was overbalanced forward. He couldn't stop until he hit the canvass and somersaulted over on his back. Unprepared for the success of Sandy's maneuver, Frank landed like a ton of bricks. Sandy's legs were still wrapped round his neck. She tightened them into a scissors, and locked her ankles. Frank never realized how strong Sandy's sleek, plump legs had become, until he felt them crush his neck. Sandy rolled her supple body and twisted Frank's head back under his shoulders. Frank groaned and struck at Sandy's legs. She grabbed his hand with both of hers and twisted his fingers backward. Frank felt the pain right up to his shoulders. Without letting go of Frank's hand, Sandy rolled the other way and flopped her surprised husband over on his chest. He hit the mat with a thump. Sandy trapped his arm beneath her body while her legs still crushed his neck. She could hold his fingers bent painfully backward with one hand now. She slid her other hand up behind his elbow exerting really painful pressure on his entire arm. Frank shook off his surprise at Sandy's stunning attack. He confidently exerted his enormous strength, and rose to his knees. He ignored the excruciating pain in his arm and hand. He stood up lifting Sandy's sturdy body right off the canvass. Now she was clinging to his arm to keep from falling. Frank spun around as he reached his feet. Sandy tried to keep her legs clasped around Frank's neck. Only her desperate grip on his wrist saved her from going hurtling through the air, as Frank spun her in circles. Thinking quickly, she released Frank's neck and slid her thighs down around his upper arm. Then when she jumped down her full body weight came down on his arm. The pressure brought Frank to a sudden halt, and Sandy's weight on his arm floored him again. Frank fell on his face, barely escaping a broken arm. Sandy landed beside Frank with his arm still trapped between her thighs. Both of them were dizzy from Frank's wild spinning. Frank recovered a little quicker. Pain is a great restorative. He gave a powerful yank and pulled his arm free. It hurt like the dickens, but he jumped up. He grabbed Sandy under the arms from behind, and pulled her to her feet. Disregarding her dizziness, Sandy reached behind her, got Frank's neck in her arms, and judo tossed him. Caught by surprise again, Frank landed with a stunning crash. He felt a sharp tearing pain in his back. An instant later, Sandy's body plummeted into his belly. Sandy jumped up quickly. She didn't want to give Frank a chance to roll her off, and maybe pin her. As she stood up, she kneed him in the belly. Before her breathless husband could move, the blond stooped over and grabbed his ears. She pulled him to his feet. Half way up her knee exploded against his chin. "Goddam it!" Frank croaked. Sandy let go, and backed off several steps. She lowered her head and came running at Frank. Again she caught her big, strong husband, with his guard down. Her head battered his sore belly. Frank flew backward, and the middle of his back slammed the turnbuckle. Sandy grabbed the ropes for leverage, leaped in the air and slammed her body into her husband's aching middle. Frank had the belly muscles of a professional body builder, but his gut started to cave in under Sandy's constant battering. Still grasping the ropes, Sandy leaped head high and wrapped her strong legs around Frank's neck. She threw herself forward. Sandy's weight overbalanced Frank again. As he fell forward, Sandy used his momentum to roll him head over heels again. Frank's head and back landed on the canvass with another resounding thud. His head was spinning. He vaguely heard the crowd cheering the slim blond who was throwing her big muscular husband all over the ring. It was hard to believe this merciless amazon was his own sweet Sandy. Frank rolled over on his hands and knees, as quick as he could. Sandy was waiting. She grabbed his head between her plump, powerful, white thighs, and squeezed. Frank pulled hard to get loose, but his head felt like it was stuck in a vice. He tried to grab Sandy's legs and upend her. Instead she stooped over his back and seized him around the waist with both arms. Sandy struggled for a few moments and finally lifted Frank's lower body clear off the mat. Helplessly upside down, Frank's legs waved foolishly in the air. His head was still locked between Sandy's bulging thighs. Sandy had become an automatic fighting machine. She almost forgot that this was her husband who she loved, and threw herself to the mat in a pile driver. Frank's head smashed against the canvass with tremendous force. Oblivious to everything except winning, Sandy let her husband's body drop, and jumped up. Frank was still lying face down on the mat. His powerful arms moved uselessly as he tried to get up. Sandy leaned down and grabbed his arms in a full nelson. Frank's huge arms would normally have been too bulky for Sandy to hold on to, but now they were flopping uselessly. She levered her husband on to his feet. It was a tough struggle because Frank's heavy body was practically inert. Sandy toyed with him. Her only problem was to keep him from collapsing. Holding Frank in the nelson, Sandy pushed him across the ring, quickly building up speed. Sandy ran Frank belly first into the turnbuckle. She dropped his arms and they flopped across the ropes for support. Frank hung over the ropes too dazed to move. It was obvious to the crowd that Sandy's big, muscular bodybuilder was almost out on his feet. The slim blond was merciless though. She pounced down, caught Frank's ankles and pulled his legs out from under him. Frank smashed face first into the canvass one more time. Sandy didn't even wait to see if he was badly hurt; she gathered his legs under her arms and dragged Frank backward to the center of the ring. Sandy began turning in circles. Frank's torpid body bumped across the canvass, his head and chest banging against it. Sandy built up speed, and her momentum lifted Frank's huge body in the air. Dazedly Frank felt himself spinning. He cried out fearfully when Sandy let go. He flew straight across the ring. Sandy's aim or luck were unerring. Frank's head and back smashed into the turnbuckles with terrific force. Frank crumpled up in heap in the corner. Sandy sped across the ring. A split second after Frank landed, she grappled his arm with both hands and leveraged him to his feet. She flung him against the ropes with an Irish whip. As Frank bounced off the ropes, Sandy dropped to her hands and knees and threw a knee- block at him. Frank hurtled over Sandy face first, and fell in another huddled heap, barely conscious. He lay face down his huge body shuddering in pain. Sandy jumped up and straddled her husband, standing facing his feet. She reached down and grabbed Frank's ankles. She bent his legs up under her arms in a Boston Crab. In near oblivion, Frank was powerless to resist the cruel, back-breaker, his sweet wife remorselessly applied. He screamed at the fierce pain. Sandy ignored his agonized cries and bent his back further. Frank screamed. "I give! I give, please! I give Sandy! I give! You win! I quit." Almost dreamily, Sandy listened to her helpless, tortured husband scream for quite a while, before she finally let his legs drop to the canvass. Frank lay still, moaning in pain. His huge body trembled and shook. The crowd was on its feet roaring. They never expected to see such a brutal, wrestling display in this amateur tournament; and to see a beautiful, feminine, little blond beat the hell out of her own, big, rugged looking husband made it ten times more exciting. Every woman in the audience thrilled at Sandy's mastery over her handsome husband. Every man felt a thrill of fear to see it. Sandy was ecstatic. She had soundly beaten Frank in a fair fight, and made him beg for mercy. She raised her hands over her head in the traditional sign of victory. She remembered Frank only entered the tournament to teach her a lesson. "Well he's the one who got taught a lesson, a really good one, and he really deserved it too." Sandy thought exultantly. A moment later, she went farther than tradition, she pressed her foot down on Frank's bowed neck. "There's just one more thing to drive Frank's lesson home, but good." Sandy thought with a malicious little gleam in her eye. Frank was lying where she dropped him. He found he couldn't get up. He felt like crying in humiliation. He couldn't believe his wife had out wrestled him and beaten him with such humiliating ease. Frank wanted to crawl in a hole and hide somewhere, but Sandy wasn't through with him yet. After she capered around the ring with her hands raised to the crowd's thunderous applause she stalked back to her fallen husband. Frank was struggling to get up now. Sandy stooped, slid her hands under his arm pits and helped him stagger to his feet. He could hardly stand up, even with Sandy's support. Sandy bent over and grabbed Frank's legs behind the knees, letting him fall helplessly across her shoulders. She hoisted his huge, motionless body across her shoulder in a fireman's carry. Sandy's strong legs quivered a little as she shouldered Frank's two hundred plus pounds, but her determination steadied them. Frank almost threw up, at the sickening realization that he was being victoriously displayed like a hunting trophy thrown across his wife's shoulder. He struggled, but he was too weak to bother Sandy. Sandy clawed her hand, and snatched at Frank's hard, masculine buttock to hold him steady. She could feel his muscles clench in pathetic protest against his disgrace. Smiling smugly, she carried her beaten husband to the ropes. Several spectators helped her through them and down the steps. Motioning them aside, she carried Frank's helplessly dangling body down the aisle to the dressing room. Despite Frank's muscular bulk weighing her down, Sandy strutted triumphantly all the way, waving her free hand jauntily to the crowd. Sandy closed the door of the empty dressing room, and laid her husband on the dressing table. A sudden tenderness welled up inside her, as she eased him gently and lovingly on to the table. His dazed eyes looked up at her in stunned reproach. Sandy tenderly patted his cheek "I'm sorry Honey. Honest I am, but you asked for it." Sandy thought she saw tears well up in Frank's eyes. She turned away to get his clothes, to save him further embarrassment. Sandy helped Frank dress. His big muscular body was still racked by pain and he couldn't manage it himself. She helped him outside and got him into a taxicab. Before it drove off, she told him. "I'll be home later, after the final match. Will you be O.K.?" Frank didn't answer. He motioned the cabby to get going. Shrugging away her feelings of guilt and sorrow, Sandy went back for the deciding match..... The children had gone to their grand parents for the weekend, and Frank had several hours at home alone, to brood over his public defeat and humiliation by his wife. He was sick with shame. When Sandy got home she was triumphant. She had won the final match and the tournament. Sandy was a little guilty about her final humiliation of her husband, but she was so exultant at her victory, it was buried in the back of her mind. Sandy walked into the bedroom. Frank was lying on the bed in just his shorts. "I won!" She crowed. Frank turned his face away and didn't answer. Sandy couldn't stop herself from teasing. "Aren't you proud of me? I beat another real wimp." "Are you calling me a wimp?" Frank snapped suddenly furious at this final insult to his manhood. "Oh I didn't mean you. Honestly Hon, I only meant the two other guys I fought weren't very tough." Then she added mischievously. "Of course, if you think the shoe fits..... You weren't very impressive in the ring. I never thought I could beat you. Not that easy certainly." Frank's face reddened angrily. "How could you humiliate me like that?" He asked. "In front of everybody! I never thought you were that kind of castrating bitch." Frank's remark hurt Sandy, and she retorted " How can you say that to me? After twelve years of marriage, you know its not fair. Anyway Mr. Macho, if you hadn't been such a male chauvinist pig, trying to show me up in public, I'd never have had the chance to bruise your precious male ego. You know you really deserved it, don't you?" "Shut your goddam bitch mouth, why don't you?" Frank snarled back, hurt by her remarks, but secretly feeling them true. He jumped up, barged into the bathroom and slammed the door. Sandy heard the shower turned on. Sandy had naively hoped Frank would be able to accept her victory and forget it. "Me and my big mouth!" Sandy murmured. "Oh well, maybe he'll feel better after his shower. That usually makes him horny. Maybe a night in the sack will reconcile him. I bet I can convince him." She thought. She undressed, and put on a short transparent negligee with nothing underneath but her fabulous body. She left it provocatively open. She'd showered at the club after the final match. She slipped on a pair of sexy high heeled slippers. She sprayed herself all over with her most expensive perfume. When the shower stopped, Sandy waited by the bathroom door. Frank came out a moment later, wrapped in a towel. Sandy playfully snatched it off his waist. She grabbed him around the neck and snuggled against his chest, rubbing her huge, nearly naked breasts against him. "You're still the greatest in bed, Honey." She said seductively in her best, naive little girl voice. Frank didn't respond to his wife's invitation. Instead he put his hand between her big boobs and shoved her away. "Get lost!" He snarled and turned toward the bedroom door. Sandy was hurt, but she persisted. She grabbed Frank's arm and held his hand against her warm body. "Please, Honey? I love you! Don't be like that? It was just a game. I need you." "Go screw yourself then if you need sex, you dirty little bitch!" Sandy was aghast. Frank never talked to her like that before, in their whole married life. "You are a real weeny!" Sandy snapped, getting mad herself. "You lost fair and square, and you can't take it, that I wrestle better than you. A real man would accept it like a good sport and try harder the next time. I begged you to come to those wrestling classes with me. You told me you didn't need them." "Shut your filthy slut mouth!" Frank shouted, furious at his wife for beating him, then rubbing his nose in it, and being right besides. Furiously he slapped her across the face. "Just get away from me! I don't want you near me." Desperately hurt by Frank's attitude, and shocked that he had hit her in anger for the first time since they were married, Sandy really lost her temper. "Oh you big wimp! You really deserve what I gave you in the ring this afternoon! Just watch yourself or I may do it again." Frank felt a chill at Sandy's words, but he was too angry to back down. He also had the feeling that if he gave in after Sandy's threat, it would look like he was afraid of his wife. He was still smarting at the memory of Sandy carrying him, like a helpless woman, from the auditorium that afternoon. "Goddam it! I'd like to beat the crap out of her, and pay her back for what she did." He thought. "Damn it! I've got to show her who's boss!" He clenched his fists. "Punch the bitch's lights out!" He thought angrily. 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