Message-ID: <41226asstr$1047561002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: jarilid@freemail.nl (Jari) X-Original-Message-ID: <809d49c2.0303130057.74fe16e7@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 13 Mar 2003 08:57:43 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 13 Mar 2003 00:57:42 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} STORY: "Captured by Stephanie" (F/m, teen, wrestling, humiliation) Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 08:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw Captured by Stephanie (F/m, teen, wrestling, humiliation) ===================== by Jari _____________________________________________________________ WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains more or less sexual behavior. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Copyright 2003, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited Reactions welcome at jarilidSPAM@planet.nl (remove SPAM) PS: I "borrowed" the beginning of this story from another story: The First Time, by Zara Thustra. But after four paragraphs the story takes a turn of my own evil mind, so I hope the original author will pardon my bold act. ______________________________________________________________ "Captured by Stephanie" by Jari I have always fantasized about being involved with a dominant woman. For as long as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by powerful and demanding women. Even as a child, my favorite times were when I was caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians. Usually by Stephanie, the girl who lived just up the street from me. I always gave up much too easily. She knew it too, but she always seemed to get just as excited as I did at the prospect of capturing and binding me. As we got older, we continued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians. I'll never forget, the last time we played was in the seventh grade. I was sneaking up on her trying to capture her and she turned around and jumped on me, wrestling me to the ground. She looked down at me from her position on top. She was at this time several inches taller than me and weighed about 10-15 pounds more than me. She put her knees outside my legs and, holding each wrist tightly, pinned me down. She told me I had been "caught." I could see a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and curiosity. She told me she would let me up if I promised to stay right where I was until she came back. I agreed and sat there waiting while she ran off into her house. She was gone about fifteen minutes and came back with a piece of cord about four feet long and a silk scarf. I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realized how attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of womanhood and her tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when I had just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was starting to think the same way. She stepped over me and told me I was her prisoner and had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. She told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and down. I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the cord tightly around my wrists. When we had played before, we had always tied each other loosely so that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew I was really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me, and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on her work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a knot. She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the scarf off the ground and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes. At first I could see around it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my wince gave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was convinced I couldn't see anything. I asked her to take it off and untie me, and she reminded me that it was my idea to play in the first place. I agreed and began to feel a certain amount of excitement, as I began fantasizing about Stephanie and what she looked like naked. I felt an erection growing in my shorts, which were old and fairly tight. I couldn't see what it looked like, but from Stephanie's giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told me that she always knew I liked being tied up, but never knew I liked it THIS much, and laughed again. She began to play our original game of Cowboys and Indians again, and she told me how proud she was that a Comanche squaw like her had been able to capture an Apache warrior. She then pulled me over to a tree and bound me at the stem. She did that pretty rough so I squirmed a bit. "Stand still, Geronimo," she told me and she grabbed me at my balls. I almost choked at her rude treatment. "Now wait until I come back." I heard her retreat and for a while I was alone again. I didn't feel comfortable because I was blindfolded and could not see what was happening. At the same time it was very exciting to be standing there, tied to a tree, very helpless and at the mercy of this girl. After about 10 minutes I heard noises. I supposed Stephanie was returning but it seemed there were more children accompanying her. I heard how they sat themselves on the ground somewhere in front of me. Then there was silence again for a while. Then I heard Stephanie speaking. "I open this meeting of the great warchiefs. Ugh. This is a great day for the Comanches. We have captured the dangerous Apache Geronimo. See how he stands there bound and completely in our power." I heard some children's voices cheering. Some objects (small twigs?) were thrown at me, but they didn't hurt me. Then Stephanie was heard again: "what shall we do with him? Torture him to death? Burning him with cigarettes? Tell me, great warchiefs." I heard again other voices, proposing the most terrible and horrifying punishments for me. I began to be terrified. "Please untie me, Stephanie. These ties hurt!" I exclaimed. Suddenly my blindfold was removed. I blinked because of the sudden flood of light. Then I saw Stephanie standing next to me holding the blindfold. In front of me two younger kids, a boy and a girl, were sitting, watching me. I seemed to recollect that these were kids from some streets further on. Stephanie began to speak again: "we have you in our power, Geronimo. But we Comanches are a noble people." She moved her hands in an inviting gesture to provoke cheers from the other kids. They complied readily. "Therefore we will give you one more chance to get free," Stephanie continued. She waited a few seconds. I was very anxious to know what this chance might be. "You are allowed to fight with me. And should you win you are free to go! If not, we will remove all your clothes and we will leave you here behind, to be eaten by the wild beasts!" she exclaimed. I frowned. Up to now my fights with Stephanie were more of a ritual character than that they had been real fights. As said before: I just enjoyed being overpowered by a girl, therefore I did not resist too much. So I was not sure whether I would be able to beat Stephanie in a regular fight. But I sure didn't want to be tied up again and being stripped in front of her and these two minor kids and left behind in the woods! So I should HAVE to win this time, one way or the other. "Geronimo accepts the fight," I answered solemnly. "Untie him," Stephanie ordered the two small kids. They started to loosen the knots. It took them some while. At last I was freed. I considered for a moment to just run away, but I knew Stephanie would outrun me, so I decided to go through with the procedure. "Strip him down to his underwear," Stephanie ordered again. "Hey, what the fuck...." I exclaimed. I was not prepared for this. To my astonishment Stephanie began to undress too. When she pulled her t-shirt over her head she appeared to wear no bra, though her breasts were already developing quite nicely. My mouth went dry. I felt dizzy and didn't resist the two kids who quickly removed my clothing as well. In no time Stephanie and I stood opposite each other, only clad in our white briefs. The sight of my opponent stunned me. Stephanie was a long, lithe girl, and now that she was almost naked you could see how muscular she was. But what distracted me most was of course the sight of her blooming breasts. Her nipples poked out quite nicely. Suddenly she jumped at me. I was used to resist feebly, and I would have let myself easily being brought down, but now I fought back. At least I tried to, because Stephanie had taken hold of my head and held it in a firm grip under her right arm. I was forced to bend down. My left cheek was pressed against her right tit, which really took my mind of the fight. I felt her soft, rather cold flesh against me and I got a raging hard-on. Also, because I was forced to bend down, my eyes were focussed on her muscular, long legs, which was also an exciting sight. In short, I was doomed from the beginning. She applied a bit more pressure on me and down I went. She turned me on my back and straddled me, my wrists pinned above my head. The fight was over in no time. I was really appalled by the ease with which this girl had brought me into submission. I struggled and squirmed under her body, but I knew from the beginning that it was useless. Once she had been able to sit herself on top of me I would never be able to throw her of. I knew that from our earlier wrestling. I looked up to her face, which was hanging above me. She smiled a vicious smile at me. "Do you give, Geronimo, and admit that Comanche girls are stronger than Apache men?" I bucked violently, knowing what the punishment would be when I gave. "Never," I cried out. I looked upwards to the two small kids who were witnessing my humiliating defeat. I saw them staring at my crotch and with a shock I realized I was hard... very hard, caused by the embarrassment of being beaten by a girl. And, wearing only small briefs, it was all too visible for the spectators. I was very much ashamed to lie down there, being exposed in this way to these younger kids. My head became beet-red and I whispered to Stephanie: "Please let me go, I am so ashamed and humiliated!" Stephanie only laughed and put some more pressure on my wrists. "Give!" was the only thing she said. "Never," I responded again. She smirked even more viciously. "Pull his briefs down!" she said to her two accomplishes. "Noooo, don't you two dare!" I exclaimed. But I saw them giggle to each other and then they stepped towards me. I kicked my legs vigorously around to prevent them to come too near me. When Stephanie noticed that, she took her right hand off my wrist and slapped me hard across my face. "Leave that, lay still," she said in a stern voice. It really hurt and I understood I was completely at her mercy. I felt a pair of hands at my waist and then my underpants were pulled down. 'Ooh,' I heard a gasp escape from the younger girl' lips as my hard-on sprang upwards in the open. At that age my penis could not have been more than about 5 inches or so, but for this small girl it must have been a really impressive sight. I felt so ashamed that I started to cry. I begged Stephanie to let me go and in the end she pitied me and stood up. "Go back to your hunting grounds, Geronimo, and tell your people that you have been beaten by a Comanche girl. Be sure to never let your face be seen in this neighborhood again," she threatened me. I stood up reluctantly, my penis still pointing upwards towards my belly. I saw that the two girls had their eyes fixed on it, while the young boy looked away from the humiliating sight. I grabbed my clothes, quickly put on my underpants and ran away home as fast as I could. I must admit that the scene with me lying naked under Stephanie's hold, with the two kids looking on, has often served me in my masturbating sessions later in life. It never failed to send me off to heaven in no time. The end ======= -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+