Jenny and Donna (wrestling domination saga, FvF & some FvM)

[Augur]

Okay, this is going to be very long.

"Jenny and Donna" stories were written by "Jobber Joe", with the first part having been published on Diana the Valkyrie's Library in December 2003. I am now re-posting the entire saga here for safekeeping, in order to make sure the stories don't disappear from the Internet altogether.

Fans of closely contested, highly competitive wrestling (such as myself) will be disappointed to know that in Joe's works, initial competitive tension and back-and-forth action has a tendency to steadily give way to more and more one-sided domination. To the extent that rematches quickly become quite pointless. Despite that "flaw" (subjective, obviously), I've always found his writing style highly appealing.

In any case, here we go!


Story Episodes:

1. Jenny and Donna - Goddess fallen, Goddess arisen

On a small town college campus, Joey watches his senior classmate, Jenny, the
undefeated women's intramural wrestling champion, go down to a shocking first
ever defeat at the hands, and legs, of a well-built, powerful freshman named
Donna.

2. Jenny and Donna, part 2 - Tormented by the New Goddess

Joey, himself a collegiate wrestler of modest achievement, is confronted by
Jenny's conqueror in a brief grappling encounter, a humbling experience for
one.

3. Jenny and Donna, part 3 - Humiliation in the Wrestling Room

Joey and Jenny both face the fury of strong-legged new wrestling goddess,
Donna, and a couple of her friends in a private wrestling session arranged by
Donna.

4. Jenny and Donna, part 4 - Play Toy

Jenny becomes a virtual "play toy" for both Donna and pal, Linda; as Linda, a
lithe little blonde gymnast turned novice wrestler, rolls the startlingly
submissive former champion into one pin hold after another, while domineering
Donna physically and sensually mauls the helpless brunette.

5. Jenny and Donna, part 5 - Donna claims another

With poor Jenny all but done in after a lopsided match against the feisty
little blonde, Linda, Donna turns her attention to Joey, determined to prove
which is the stronger sex, as if there was any question.

6. Jenny and Donna, Final part 6 - "Spoils of Victory"

Donna and pals have their way with the two humiliated senior classmates, Jenny
and Joey, finally leaving them both completely "trashed" in their wake.

7. Jenny and Donna, continued - Flashback

Getting together during the summer after Jenny's series of setbacks against
Donna, the former champion explains to Joey what really happened immediately
after her first shocking defeat by Donna, and in the process hints at a
strange new relationship she's developed with her young conqueror.

8. Donna and Jenny, Part 1

Jenny makes a comeback attempt of sorts at a summer wrestling tournament; and
Joey, of course, is there to watch her take on a big, beautiful, and
dangerous, blonde named Tonia.

9. Donna and Jenny, Part 2 - "The Birthday Party"

Joey receives a surprise invitation to Donna's 20th birthday party, and then a
further surprise upon showing up for the party when he watches Jenny and
Randi, a cute, leggy cheerleader, first go through a "special" ceremony
presided over by Donna and then begin a wrestling match, with the winner
promised special favors from Donna.

10. Donna and Jenny, Part 3 - Fighting for her Favor

After winning the first two falls in the special "first to 7 falls" match,
Jenny makes a few costly mistakes, allowing the smaller brunette, Randi, to
surprisingly battle back. Then, with Jenny yet again leading 3 falls to 2, a
long steamy leg battle between the two sexy brunettes ends stunningly as one
girl uses her shapely legs in a decidedly wicked way that the other can't
resist.

11. Donna and Jenny, Part 4: "May the best legs win"

12. Donna and Jenny, Part 5: "Final Meltdown"


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Jenny and Donna - Goddess fallen, Goddess arisen
By JobberJoe
On a small college campus, gorgeous super athlete, Jenny, faces her greatest wrestling challenge

(Although fictional, this story was inspired by real-life girls I knew, and
often fantasized about, back in my old school days)

I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as the buzzer sounded and Mr.
Williams, the intramural coordinator, and referee for this match, leaned
down to untangle the 2 sweaty, tired young women.  And, as the
champion slowly collapsed off her desperate bridge, lying there on her
back for several seconds, gasping and wheezing for precious gulps of
air, I realized by the hollow pit in my stomach that I was watching a
legend crumble!

At the time, I was in my fourth and final year at a small mid-western
(USA) college, and I'd known, and been a rapt admirer of, Jenny, one
of the sweaty combatants out on the mat, for nearly all that time.  She
was our school's super femme, a tremendous athlete at a time when it
wasn't COOL to be a female jock; and what's more she was also cute as
hell, intelligent, popular with guys and girls alike.  In a word, she was
the total package.  Yes, Jenny was something special all right;
someone who I, and I imagine a lot of my buddies, had little trouble
fantasizing about, sometimes endlessly. My gawd, being a leg man, I,
of course, first noticed and admired her legs; and what an incredible
pair of legs they were!.. always richly tanned, smoothly muscled.
strong and beautiful "legs to die for".  Add to that her overall good
looks, and it certainly wasn't a stretch to say that sexy, super athlete,
Jenny, was a "goddess" to many of us hormone crazed guys, in a word
a lusty object of many sweetly tormented dreams.

But now, incredibly, super jock, Jenny, my senior classmate, the
GODDESS, was wobbling as she knelt head down in the center circle,
still trying to catch her breath, indeed trying to pull it all together to go
into overtime against the blue eyed, brown haired Freshman upstart,
Donna.  Don't get me wrong, Donna, for such a young thing,
physically was far from an "upstart".  Indeed, she had a fabulous body,
developed beyond her tender years, to go with a cute, rounded face; and
a confidence borne of the fact that, among freshman chicks, she was
plenty hot stuff.  Everybody knew she was dating John J. from the
Junior class, JJ for short, a varsity wrestling stud, and therefore a "big
man on campus".  JJ was also a personal nemesis of mine, having
challenged and taken my varsity wrestling spot away last season and
relegating me to the reserve squad in this, my senior season. Yes,
everybody knew Donna was JJ's girl, but that didn't stop her from
flirting with me, and a whole bunch of other guys during a coed PE
class that spring term. 

And now she had just come from 4 points down to knot this intramural
girls wrestling match at the final buzzer, reversing my tiring classmate
with barely a minute to go and clamping her sturdy, strong legs around the sleek, legendary legs of the "Goddess" as she rode a stunned Jenny
around the ring.  Then, when Donna, stoked up by the cheering of her
freshman mates, slipped in a half nelson and armbar in the final 20
seconds, muscling the groaning Jenny over for a 2 pt predicament at the
buzzer, half the gym erupted in cheers; while the other half, most of us
senior guys included, sat there squirming in stunned, mute disbelief.

I had followed my sexy classmates intramural wrestling career from the
beginning and I knew for a fact that this was only the 4th time in nearly
three years of wrestling that Jenny's shoulders had ever faced the mat
for a predicament or near fall; and only once before had she been
turned late in a close match.  The other two times were mere slips early,
from which she'd recovered quickly and dominated the rest of the
match, ending with a pin victory in both. Yes, she'd escaped only with a
narrow 2 point decision in last year's final, when, as a junior and
defending champ, she'd been caught in a far cradle in the closing
seconds and took a 3 point near fall for the first time ever against her
toughest foe to date, Merrie, then a sophomore.

A year younger than Jenny, Merrie was slightly shorter and stockier than my goddess, with a thicker, "meatier" build. Her wide hips and big, impressively strong-looking thighs had given Jenny loads of trouble. Even though I found the latter's lean, taut muscularity more attractive, there was no denying that the somewhat fuller-figured sophomore also seemed to pack a lot of power in her thick body. And by "thick" I didn't mean soft or flabby. She had looked pretty solid all over, despite her pronounced curves, and was definitely fit and athletic rather than doughy.

In any case, Merrie, by losing by relatively close decisions to Jenny twice, in the finals last year, and during round robin matches this season, had proved that Jenny could be scored upon, turned even, on occasion. Yet she still she hadn't managed to beat her. Nobody had to that point. 

But nobody expected this, in the opening round robin match of this
tournament against some unknown frosh, who'd only started wrestling in
IM matches a month ago.  Never did any of us "Goddess"
worshippers - and there were plenty of us, believe me - expect to see
sassy, sexy young Donna, appearing fresher and stronger in the late
going than super jock, Jenny, muscling our tiring "Goddess" around in
the final minute of regulation before securing the 2 point predicament
that squared the match.  I squirmed uncomfortably in my mat side seat,
really feeling now the strange stirring down in my pants that had started
right about the time Donna reversed a weary Jenny with a minute left.  I
bit my lip, trying to stifle the sensations, but could not hide the fact that
I was getting hard and perversely aroused by it all; the very sight of
classmate, Jenny, being pushed around and turned to her back by that
foxy, flirtatious Frosh, almost making me cum in my briefs.  Yet,
despite my "distress", and I don't believe I was alone in such a
predicament, I couldn't NOT WATCH this incredible match play itself
out into overtime.

Now it was Jenny, still heaving for precious breaths, raising her
lowered head slightly to rasp that she'd take the UP position during the
1st of two one minute overtime periods.  Usually with Jenny that was a
sure thing, being in the up position that is.. Unbeaten in girls
intramural wrestling since competition started during our sophomore
year, Jenny was a dominant rider, using her athleticism and strong legs
to control lesser foes from on top through most of her matches; and, of
course, pinning most victims in the end.
But here, shockingly, she looked gassed from being ridden around the
mat for the last minute or so; and then struggling off her back. 

I'd been in her position before, regrettably several times against
Donna's boyfriend during wrestling season scrimmages and challenge
matches; and I would have taken the bottom position to try and recover,
what we wrestlers called a "strategic stall". But Jenny wasn't about
stalling.  No, she was a proud, champion athlete; and, to her credit, was
going to win or go down giving it all she had.

But "all she had left" was not nearly enough on this day.  Donna was
breathing hard, had to be tired as well, but she was stoked to the gills,
riding an adrenaline high.  At the whistle, she surged forward, Jenny
struggling to hold her down.  Our Goddess barely stopped the first
escape attempt, but groaned helplessly as Donna powered away on the
second stand-up attempt, then quickly spun, sprawling out over the still
kneeling champion.  Jenny was devastated, arms wrapped around
Donna's waist, then, with her grasp failing, groaning as her arms 
slipped down until her fingers were desperately clinging to the taut
muscles in Donna's flexing hamstrings as the younger brunette
sprawled over her slumped figure.  It was no use. Donna's muscled legs
easily broke through Jenny's failing grasp, and she spun around the
spent champion for a 2 point takedown. It was already 3-0 in overtime
for the underdog freshman, and Jenny was all but done.  Donna rode
her out easily for the remainder of that minute, her sweat streaked legs
wrapped around the outside of Jenny's dark wonders, dominating our
Goddess as no one had ever been able to do before.  At the buzzer,
Jenny was almost whimpering in helpless frustration and desperate
exhaustion while Donna cinched up a double chicken wing and was
ready to turn her for another pin hold. 

The buzzer saved our Goddess then, but it was almost over; and she,
more acutely than anybody else there that day, knew it.  As Donna,
breathing hard, but stoked, got up quickly, poor Jenny just lay there
face down on the mat for several seconds, her tawny body trembling
with desperate exhaustion, before slowly pushing up to a wobbly perch
on all fours, head once again hanging low.

The best Jenny, staring at certain defeat for the first time ever, and we,
her admiring, but at the moment anguished, classmates, could hope for
now was that Jenny could somehow last another minute and thus avoid
the added humiliation of being pinned by the saucy freshman.  But it
was not to be.  Donna wanted it all, and would get it.  The whistle blew,
too soon for our spent, doomed goddess; and Donna, still riding that
adrenaline high, easily arm drug the exhausted champion down to the
mat.  I could see, almost feel, the helplessness in Jenny's weak,
desperate efforts to push back up to her knees, arms trembling,
beautiful dark legs splayed behind her.  For a brief instant, she tilted her
head our way, a haunted look taking over those liquid brown eyes that
stared almost vacantly over at we, her adoring male classmates; and  I
have to admit I'd never seen our goddess look so vulnerable, or,
strangely, so absolutely sexy.  She knew the gig was up, and so did we;
and yet again I almost "came" as I watched her collapse face down just
seconds into the final, fateful overtime period.. I agonized with poor
Jenny, even while hating myself for being so perversely aroused at the
same time; as I watched her writhe feebly beneath the domineering
Frosh beauty. 

Then, it happened.., Donna almost arrogantly resorting to merely lifting
on Jenny's near arm to easily roll the absolutely whipped, totally spent,
champion to her back.  My vanquished Goddess let go with a weak
little sigh of total surrender, flopping over like a ragdoll, and just lying
there, arms draped limply behind her head and legs spread wide in a
poignant, heart-rending, and admittedly incredibly sensual display of
total submission and stunning defeat, while Donna, looking sexier than
ever in her own right, lay over the older girl in a side body press.  Mr.
Williams slapped the mat next to Jenny's pinned shoulders and I'm not
ashamed to admit I had to look away quickly and take a few deep
breaths to quell my desperate arousal at that very moment.

While they helped the rubbery legged wreck of a beaten champion up,
Mr. Williams and Donna propping the wobbly fallen Goddess between
them as they left the mat, I was slowly recovering myself from barely
avoiding an embarrassing release down in my shorts.    And then I
slunk out of there, speechless and still in total shock at Jenny's stunning
first ever wrestling defeat. 

I didn't bother going back for the subsequent matches that day and the
next; but truthfully wasn't all that surprised to hear that Jenny,
physically wasted and emotionally devastated after that first ever
defeat, was eliminated from further competition in her very next match
later that afternoon, by old rival, Merrie. 

What was surprising, though, was how easily Merrie beat our fallen
Goddess.  Those who were there told me that Merrie took a dispirited
looking Jenny down early in the opening stanza with a slick double leg,
and had little trouble riding the champion out for the balance of that
round.  Then, after a quick stand up escape, Merrie maneuvered the
lethargic Senior into a double under-hook, flipping Jenny to her back
and pinning her at 37 seconds of round 2.  And just like that, two time
defending champion Jenny, undefeated before this week, but now
having been pinned twice in the first two matches of her failed
tournament, was sadly, shockingly, out of title contention.

It was also no surprise, really, to learn that Jenny forfeited her final
round robin match, to another junior and keen rival, Linda, and quietly
exited the tournament she'd expected to dominate with a winless round
robin record; her intramural career ending, not in glory, but with the
two shocking, humiliating defeats and that final sad no-show.  In her
absence, the championship match the next day, pitting her 2 young
conquerors, Donna and Merrie, was almost an after-thought for me.  I
didn't attend, but learned later that the more experienced Merrie edged
young Donna by 2 points in a close, intense battle. 

Just like that, even as Merrie ascended to the title of women's
intramural wrestling champ, and Donna gave notice that she was a new
force to be reckoned with on campus, poor Jenny had gone from
unbeaten wrestling goddess to well beaten also-ran; and her world.
and, as it turns out, mine as well. would never be quite the same
again. 



***

Jenny and Donna, part 2 - Tormented by the New Goddess
By JobberJoe
With his Goddess vanquished, Joey is confronted by her young conqueror in a gym class

The very night following  Jenny's stunning first ever defeat against
Donna, I dreamt about that match and more, a haunting, at times
sweetly tormenting, rambling dream odyssey that started with a replay
of Donna working over my spent Goddess late before pinning her in
overtime, and evolved from there into visions of the match I didn't see,
but heard all about, namely Merrie's quick, powerful dispatch of a
spiritless Jenny to eliminate her from the tournament.  And then it
evolved into something more, something both terrifying and,
admittedly, tremendously arousing at the same.  By the end of my fitful
night's slumber, there I was in my subconscious dreamworld stretched
out helplessly in Donna's guillotine hold, the favorite pin hold of my
chief wrestling nemesis, and Donna's boyfriend, JJ.  It was eerie for
sure. JJ had twice pinned me in challenge matches this past season
with the very same hold, and here I was in tormented, dreamy slumber
totally helpless against his cute, flirtatious girlfriend while caught in the
same hold.  I woke up with a start and a big boner, all sweaty and hot
and bothered.  And I was tormented by vivid images from that rambling
dream all that weekend and into the new school week.

On Tuesday morning a moment of truth arrived. Coed gym class with
Donna.  While I tried my best to avoid talking with her much, still
extremely self conscious about the role she had in my very vivid dream
a few nights back, I also couldn't help taking notice of attributes other
than her very pretty face and curvaceous bod.  For one thing, this
"Goddess slayer" had great looking legs in her own right, not  quite
"Jenny caliber" as far as the whole package. looks and athletic tone.
in my view at least. but plenty impressive.  I hadn't really looked at
them as anything special up to that point.  But, after watching them
babies around and control my goddess in that stunning match a few
days back, I certainly took notice now. 

That particular day in our General Fitness class, we did a cycle on the
weights, each person's choice, arms or legs. As it so happened, Donna
and I both chose to work on legs.  Though I still tried to keep my
distance, in a regular rotation among weights, it was hard not to notice
what other people were lifting... In particular, I noticed the definition in
her taut thighs as she cranked out some leg extensions, handling a
weight for fast reps that was pretty standard for most guys, but seldom
used by girls.  I was impressed, and couldn't help staring. Donna
caught me staring, and smiled sweetly, embarrassing me.  On the next
circuit, the leg press machine, on an impulse, some male macho BS
type of thing I suppose, I dialed in an extra 40 lbs. over what I usually
did my reps at and, not suprisingly, strained to finish the second of 2
sets of 10 reps at the greater weight, my legs wobbling terribly during
the last two presses.

I moved over to the wall to recuperate some and watched as Donna
moved to the leg press machine right after me.  To my surprise, she
didn't adjust the weight down at all; and proceeded to crank out the first
10 reps quite easily. then, after a short breather, cranked out another
10 reps, wavering only slightly, on the final few. I was stunned and
perversely excited all at once.  This chick had strong legs, every bit as
strong as mine, if not stronger.  No wonder she'd been able to tie up and
wear down my Goddess.  I don't recall ever seeing Jenny on the leg
machine, but I can't imagine she would have handled that weight any
easier than Donna just did.  I was dumbstruck, hopelessly enamored,
and doubly embarrassed all at once.

The rest of the class went by quickly enough and I was feeling relieved
to be done with it.  But then Donna caught up with me as everyone was
dispersing, smiled sweetly at me in that flirtatious way she has; and
teasingly asked, "Joey, were you avoiding me today?".. I stammered
something weak like, "no, not at all, just a little distracted", to which
she smirked, patting her smooth thighs lightly, "distracted by these
babies, maybe?". Again I stammered, "no not at all. I just".  She
cut me off mid-sentence, "come on, Joey, I saw you staring at me when
I was pumping out reps, don't kid yourself. but its okay, I know I got
nice legs and I don't mind showing them off". and then, laughing
easily, "just ask your little pal, Jenny, how strong these puppies are if
you have any doubts."  I was blushing now, uncontrollably, stammered
lamely, "look, I know you got great legs, but I don't want to talk about
it". "Talk bout what?," she sassed back, "about how these babies
wrapped around and whupped your girlfriend?" "She ain't my
girlfriend," I snapped back, a little miffed now at her persistent digging. 
"Okay, Joey, don't get your dander up", she cooed, softening now; and
then added, "I know everybody was shocked, and some of you
probably upset or mad that I beat your little miss Super Jock.  But you
know what?  I wasn't going to just lay down and let her beat me just
because she's Jenny, the so-called champion, or at least she was then,
hee hee.  Don't get me wrong. I still respect her for opening up doors
and athletic competitions for us younger girls. but I was pretty
confident I could beat her going in. .. JJ  has been working with me on
wrestling skills, and, as you know. heh heh. he's pretty good at what
he does". 

I blushed again, memories of the pins I'd suffered at JJ's hands still
smarting after all these months. She continued on, noting my
embarrassment, "yeah, you of all people know how good a wrestler JJ
is, and he's taught me well and even predicted I would beat Jenny.
and I did of course".  I had to get back at her somehow, somewhat
sourly reminding her, "well I guess you weren't good enough to beat
Merrie though". She was a little pissed now, but softened quickly,
adding, "you know, Joey, I like you and I don't want to get in an
argument with you. but I whupped Jenny fair and square. she's
history now.. sorry, but that's the way it is. And Merrie, who I know
now is way tougher than your little Miss Super Jock, pinned Jenny's
ass too if you remember. but I got to her first, proved it could be
done".  She continued.  "Against Merrie I just made a few too many
mistakes against a tough opponent who probably should have beaten
Jenny for the IM title last year.  I wasn't around then, but I hear she had
Jenny on her back and almost pinned at the end of that match, and that
Jenny stalled something terrible before that just to make it that far. so
Merrie probably was the stronger wrestler even then"  She added
confidently, "Merrie's really good, and definitely packs some serious muscle in those thick and meaty thighs of hers, but I'll get her next year. I'm sure
of that".

I lamely protested, "but Jenny beat her, remember, fair and square, and
beat her again this year, so she's still the best no matter what happened
last week".  "Whatever, Joey", she retorted, more than a little peeved
now, "but listen, I won that match fair and square as you say.  beat
that blonde tramp, Linda, too as you recall. then lost to Merrie FAIR
and SQUARE. and I COULD BEAT YOUR ASS FAIR AND
SQUARE AS WELL!.JJ thinks I can and so do I."

I wasn't going there, or at least didn't think I was then, even as a small
forbidden thrill trembled through me..  "She really thinks she can
whup my ass" I remember thinking to myself, the all too vivid dream
I'd had flooding back into my consciousness yet again.  I was
distracted, feeling almost dizzy, giddy, light headed.  I started to head
for the weight room door. It was now deserted, would be so for the next
several hours, until the next fitness class after lunch.  Suddenly, Donna
was tugging on my arm, almost imploring me, "come on, big guy; you
aren't afraid of me, are you?" I shook my head, confused, embarrassed,
conflicted.. Mumbled, "no no, don't want to wrestle you."  "Oh I think
you do, Joey". she was fairly purring now, one moment
confrontational, the next, like now, out and out seductively flirtatious. 
I was smitten despite myself.  And then she added, "Some parts of you
certainly seem excited, guy."  I glanced down, for the first time
consciously aware of the stirring bulge in my gym trunks, stammered
lamely, "no, it's not that. its just that"  I honestly don't know what I
was going to say next, but Donna cut me off, cooing, "its just that I turn
you on?. or maybe the thought of me wrestling and maybe beating
you turns you on.. is that it, Joey?" "NO," I stammered, but she cut
me off again, smirking, "all evidence to the contrary, big guy. heh
heh".

It was no use. somehow I became aware that she had  been walking
me to the far edge of the workout room, to where the small rectangle of
mats were.  Before I could protest further, she had darted back to the
door, locked it and dimmed the lights so it would be hard to see
anything if you were outside looking in. and then she came quickly
back to the mat and got down on all fours, coaxing me now, "come on,
Joey, just for fun. look, we'll only go about a minute or so.and from
our knees. fair enough?".I had just stood there this whole time,
trying to control the trembling, quick clammy fear of the unknown
contrasted with an already heating up libido. Surprising myself, feeling
that same odd tremor of forbidden excitement that I felt earlier. and
felt so acutely during Jenny's stunning defeat at Donna's hands. I got
down on all fours facing her.  Before I had further chance to back out,
Donna, from her knees, reached up to grapple with my arms.  I knew I
was stronger in the upper body, even though she was plenty scrappy;
and, calming my nerves some, and trying to focus for once, I was able
to wrestle her down from her knees and gain control. sort of. but I
was also distracted by that ever persistent bulge down in my trunks. 
And suddenly, Donna, with a nifty twist and turn, was away and
spinning around behind me.  In a flash, she had me in a tight waist
ride, locking my near leg with hers as she arm drug me down to the
mats.  I couldn't believe what was happening.. and then I groaned as I
felt my unruly manhood, now almost at full staff, rubbing somewhat
painfully through my shorts and against the mat.  I was frozen in place,
not wanting to move for fear of setting off an unplanned explosion
down in my trunks, and Donna took advantage, if not also adding to my
"distress", by wrapping her warm, sleek legs around mine, and tugging
on my far arm.

I realized too late that I'd fallen into the trap. the dreaded guillotine.
JJ's signature pin move.  Donna had me wrapped up tight, and in my
vulnerable position I could do little but fall back, twisted in her tight
leg and arm lock.  She stretched my body out as she tilted my shoulders
to the mat as expertly as boyfriend, JJ, had ever done.  I struggled
halfheartedly, knowing I was trapped, raised my head, groaning at the
sight and sensation of my now full blown boner tenting up my red gym
trunks.  And then I looked at Donna's tanned, tautly muscled thighs
enveloping my paler, somewhat skinnier legs, and I groaned again,
almost losing it.  She cranked up the pressure more, my snared body
bent like a pretzel, shoulders firmly planted on the mat now.  I knew I
couldn't hold out much longer, quickly starting to plead,  "please,
Donna, no more, please, stop. gawwwwd."  She held the pin hold for
a few seconds more, then abruptly eased up, pulled her luscious legs
back and rolling me off her.  I was whipped in more ways than one,
laying on one hip, facing away from her in a weak attempt to hide my
embarrassing bulge. I was breathing hard, feeling wimped out and
over-stimulated all at once. 

>>From behind me, Donna left me mostly alone in my misery, but finally
cackled, "well well, that was easier than I expected. JJ was right all
along I guess." Surprising myself, I weakly retorted, "right about
what?", and she saucily responded, "he's said you cave as soon as he
puts the pressure on. says he knows when you're whupped and ready
to be pinned". I protested weakly, "no, no, he's only pinned me." 
"What, about 3 or 4 times in a row is it now?" she interrupted. "only
3", was my lame, if true, response, and then, "but gawwd, Donna, this
is different". "Oh yeah, that silly thing poking up there", she teased,
"yeah I guess we don't see that in your matches with JJ. do we,
Joey?". I shook my head numbly. She continued, "well, I guess you
do like wrestling me then. and I'll take that little salute you offered up
as a compliment, thank you very much".. and then, "bet parts of you
were saluting me when I was tearing up your girlfriend last Friday?".

If she only knew how the truth hit so close to home.  But I tried not to
let on.  In fact I stayed mutely silent, even as she added, "don't need to
answer that, Joey, you're plenty embarrassed as it is I would guess".
She was right.  I was plenty embarrassed by letting her so quickly pin
me, but I figured I had an excuse, namely my unruly manhood
fluttering around like it did definitely inhibited free grappling.  Donna
gave me another excuse just then, but also boxed me in a tight corner
by adding, "Look, Joey, I know I kind of took advantage of you there.
and I know you were tired after a hard workout. good gawd I saw
how hard you were straining during the leg press .. So I'll grant you a
rematch".

The excuse was flimsy, of course, since she'd done the identical
workout, at nearly the same weights, but I took it, nodding my head,
but then protesting, "no no, we don't need to wrestle again". "So that's
it?. you just let me pin you and you admit that I'm the better
wrestler?. I'm kind of disappointed in your lack of competitiveness,
Joey, no wonder you ended up on the reserve squad this last season.
you have to want it a little bit more than that . But, just wait till some
of your wrestling buddies hear this. poor Joey afraid to wrestle a
weak little girl."  She was using me, blackmailing me in a sense; and
parts of me were pissed off. yet another part of me was hopelessly
smitten, almost melting away into a giddy daze.  I mumbled something
lame, like, "you won't tell them?". "oh yes I certainly will", she
smirked, "if you don't agree to wrestle me again. in the wrestling
room, say 5 PM Thursday, everybody will be done with classes by
then".. I stammered, "the wrestling room's locked in off hours. and
who's everybody?". She smiled sweetly at me, cooed, "I've got
connections, remember?". and then, "don't worry, Joey, I won't bring
a crowd. I'll see you then, don't disappoint me."

She sauntered out then, leaving me alone in the semi-dark weight room,
waiting for awhile to control my raging hormones before I wandered to
the locker room.  The "connection" she talked about was undoubtedly
her best friend, Liz, I remembered, who was going out with the
wrestling team's equipment manager. Thinking that at least Liz was
going to be there with Donna, or worst yet, maybe even JJ, I told
myself, "no way do I go there tomorrow." Yet deep down I seemed to
realize she'd reeled me in, and I would be there in spite of every
sensible reason not to be.  In a word, I was smitten by this saucy young
beauty who was, at that very moment, pretty much the brand new
wrestling goddess on campus in my mind.  I shuddered as I finished my
shower and realized this was something I had to do, despite the risks to
my personal reputation and male pride.



***

Jenny and Donna, part 3 - Humiliation in the Wrestling Room
By Jobber Joe
Donna lures senior classmates, Jenny and Joe, to the wrestling room

I avoided direct contact with Donna at Thursday's PE class, but she
managed to smile coyly at me a few times; as if she knew all along I'd
be there at the wrestling room later that afternoon.  And she was right;
not that I didn't have second thoughts right up until the time I dressed
down into my practice gear, donned outer sweats and headed over to
the gym.  Remembering only too well the embarrassing moments I'd
experienced while watching Jenny get pinned by the sassy freshman in
the intramural tournament, and then after class on Tuesday when
Donna lured me to the mat for a quick, humiliating guillotine pin, I put
on extra protection, a second brand new jockstrap under the other
jockstrap, and all this under my practice singlet.  I figured this would
pretty much hide any untimely bulges or stains, or at least I hoped so. 

I was fairly trembling with nervousness, my legs feeling heavy and
unresponsive, head swimming, as I approached the wrestling room.  Liz
was the only one outside the door, sitting next to it.  She smiled at me,
said something like, "oh good, Donna will be happy you're here." I
liked Liz. She was kind of tomboyish, all leggy and gangly, cute if not
pretty; but most of all she wasn't threatening in any way to my
masculinity.  She unlocked the door, laughingly told me, "admittance
by invitation only," then sat back down outside the locked room after
letting me in.  I'd noticed right away several things. First, the shade had
been drawn across the inside of the small widow in the door; to keep
those walking by from peering in. We often did that during wrestling
practices, so would be gawkers expected that.  Second, there wasn't a
gang of people inside, no JJ thankfully; but there were 2 young woman, 
Donna and another dark haired girl that I couldn't see very well at first. 
They were on the far mat, lying on their backs side by side, but with
their heads in different directions, and their near legs were raised and
tangled together.

Even from near the door in the dimly lit room, both pair of legs looked
eerily familiar.  With a start, as I moved closer, I realized the other girl
was my original goddess, Jenny.  After a heated struggle, legs
grappling, the emerging new young goddess, Donna, with a quick cry
of triumph, wrestled Jenny's leg down, the older brunette giving way
with a weary gasp of resignation.  I was stunned watching what I
thought just a week ago were the greatest legs on earth get slammed to
the mat; but I kept on walking slowly toward the tangled duo, literally
two dream girls of my over-active imagination. I was almost at the edge
of the mat when Donna looked over, all sweaty, happy, and full of
herself, and chirped, "hey, Joey, I knew you would come".  Jenny
looked over at about the same time, betraying no great surprise or
embarrassment at seeing me.  My classmate did look a little sheepish,
though, and quietly nodded at me, saying, "hi, Joey."

They had untangled their legs by now, and both sat up, catching their
breath, while Donna went on, "hey, Jenny and I were just getting
warmed up a bit with a some leg grappling; you oughtta like that, Joey,
hee hee." And then she added, "what is that, girl, 7 to 3 now?"  Jenny
nodded quietly, shoulders slumped, betraying just a bit of weary
resignation.  With a shudder, though not completely surprised given
what I'd seen of Donna in the past week, I realized Donna must have
the 7, and Jenny 3.  They apparently had been doing what we used to
call Indian wrestling in my schoolboy days, lifting and locking legs
together to see whose leg could pin the other down.    Again, I wasn't
that surprised to see Jenny on the apparent short end of things here.
Maybe a week ago I would have been stunned;  but not now, not after
seeing Donna pump out those reps on the leg machine on Tuesday, or,
for that matter, seeing her wrap those power-packed babies around and
dominate my fading Goddess on the wrestling mat last Friday.  What
really shocked me was seeing Jenny here at all.  The way she'd meekly
bowed out of the tournament she had owned for 2 years, being, by all
accounts, quickly overwhelmed by Merrie in her 2nd round robin match,
and then begging off the final match with Linda,  getting back on the
wrestling mat was the last place I'd expected to see my fallen Goddess.

But here she was, in all her newly vulnerable splendor, decked out in
her favorite red short shorts and matching sleeveless t-shirt top and
apparently willingly letting herself be upstaged again by the saucy
freshman, who was decked out in very high cut, hip hugging black
shorts with black bare midriff top, in this impromptu leg grappling
contest.  Donna continued on now, "lets give her a few more minutes to
join us, whattya say, champ, oops, hee hee, I mean FORMER CHAMP,
first to 10 before we call it good?" " We'll go with the left legs this
time, ok?"  Jenny nodded agreement, her demeanor strangely almost
meek in comparison to the more gregarious Frosh.  And now I was
confused.  I figured Donna meant Liz, but that didn't make sense; since
all Liz had to do was step inside and come over to the mat.  Jenny
didn't seem puzzled at all, so I figured she knew who Donna was
expecting, if it wasn't Liz. And I was afraid to ask, still, even though
Donna hadn't mentioned him, fearing that JJ would suddenly show up
to watch his girlfriend tangle with his old wrestling foe.

They settled back down on the mat, turning around so their left legs
were together now.  I just stood there unashamedly gaping at two of
the most incredible pair of legs I'd ever had the privilege of ogling.
Jenny's were the darker pair, firmly muscled, yet still so smooth and
sensual.  Donna's were slightly thicker through the thighs even than
Jenny's muscled beauties, and also smoothly muscled, if not quite as
defined as  Jenny's "super jock legs"  Donna's beauties, with slightly
rounder , softer lines, at least when not flexing, were nicely tanned as
well, thanks to quality sun-bathing time in that  warm spring, but less
so than Jenny's  naturally dark wonders.  Having admired Jenny's,
mostly from afar, for so long, and been almost too up close and
personal with Donna's legs just this week, I was hopelessly smitten by
both.

I also knew Jenny was a lefty, presumably more coordinated with the
left leg than the right.  And it showed in their next leg grapple, with
Donna somewhat awkwardly hooking hers with Jenny's.  Jenny gained
the immediate advantage; and, even though Donna held on pretty well,
Jenny soon had the pin-down, even managing a weak grin as she
quietly announced, "that's 4." "Yeah, but I'm still ahead," Donna
panted, confirming my earlier suspicions; and then, "bet you can't make
it two in a row, Jen." Well, much to my secret delight, left footed Jenny
did make it two straight, easily hooking, controlling and pinning down
an almost disinterested looking Donna in the next leg grapple to make
it, by my count, 7-5 Donna. 

They took a short break now, Jenny looking more like the goddess of
old, more animated, eager; and both looking up, as did I, when they
heard the door open and close.  Coming our way were Liz and Linda,
the cute Junior girl to whom Jenny forfeited her final intramural
tourney match after devastating back-to-back losses to Donna and
Merrie.  Since neither Donna nor Jenny looked surprised at seeing
Linda, I assumed this was all part of the plan.  I started to tremble with
nervousness and uncertainty again, managing to say a weak "hi", to
Linda. And then, legs feeling a little heavy with all the emotional
baggage, I sat down on the edge of the mat while Donna, typically
taking charge, said, "we'll be through here in a minute, ladies; Jen and I
are just warming up a bit." Linda began to stretch lazily, and I found
myself wondering what her part of the deal was.  With the way things
were going, I pretty much expected Merrie, the other "Jenny slayer"
and new IM champ, to come strolling into the room too; her thick and curvaceous body bouncing with excitement, and her large tree-trunk thighs, looking less defined and visibly toned than the other two girls', but definitely no less powerful, all ready to do battle against her old nemesis. And, of course, I still dreaded the almost certain arrival of Donna's main squeeze, JJ. But Donna and the others, who all seemed to be much more aware of the whole scheme of things than I, didn't seem to be occupied in
waiting around for anybody else.  And I was too damn nervous to ask
what was really going on.  So I just sat and watched Donna and Jenny
settle in again with their left legs touching. 

Up they went again, one synchronized lift, and a second, then locking
up on the third lift in a ritual most all of us knew well from
adolescence.  This time, though lefty Jenny again gained a quick
advantage, Donna resisted strongly, battling back to vertical before
Jenny yet again gained a small advantage.  They were straining and
grunting really going at it; and at that point I really thought Jenny
would slowly work her advantage and gain the pin. But incredibly,
Donna, gritting her teeth, refused to yield and began to claw back to
vertical.  I could feel the old familiar stirring down in my well
protected crotch as I watched entranced, Jenny's brown eyes flashing
wildly, groaning as she felt her advantage slowly slipping away.  They
were back up to vertical now, Donna grunting with the effort, Jenny
still groaning; and then my Goddess started to falter as Donna pressed
her golden beauties down, down, down! Jenny held on grimly, leg
trembling against Donna's relentless pressure; but then, with a weary
gasp, she gave in, Donna smacking Jenny's leg down to the mat with
authority and triumphantly adding , "8, Yeah!"

That was it.  Just like at the end of their wrestling match a week earlier,
Jenny's  was broken; and she was soon to be beaten in this leg duel, her
resistance almost instantly melting away right before my unbelieving
eyes.  The next pindown came relatively easily for Donna; Jenny
holding on some, but groaning helplessly as the sassy, sexy, strong-
legged Frosh soon enough pinned her left leg down again.  It was 9 to 5
now in Donna's favor and the final pindown was predictable, if sad to
see, Jenny's left leg trembling with rubbery exhaustion as Donna
quickly slammed it down for the deciding pin.  Rolled half over into a
curled up ball by the force of Donna's pindown, Jenny tried to stretch
out, slip away from their still entangled legs. But Donna, all worked up,
kept her conquering leg intertwined with Jenny's, and suddenly rolled
up on my spent Goddess, wrestling with her, trying to shove her down
to her back.  Jenny groaned, protesting, "leave me alone, you won", but
Donna ignored her pleas, grabbed at Jenny's arm as the older brunette
tried to twist free.  Then in an instant, immobilizing Jenny's leg with
her strong beauties, and stretching her arm back under her side, Donna
rolled up and on top of her straining victim, slowly, with a smile
playing on her cute, rounded face, forcing Jenny's shoulders to the mat
as Jenny's half hearted bridge quickly collapsed.  Poor Jenny writhed
only weakly and briefly now, before giving in with a feeble little gasp,
bent like a pretzel and shoulders  hopelessly flattened.  I was hard as a
rock down below, stifling a little groan myself at watching my
overwhelmed classmate yet again pinned by the younger brunette. 
Donna untangled leisurely, almost languorously, giving Jenny, still
splayed on her back, a taunting little slap on the thigh as she stood up,
breathing hard, sweaty and, yes, absolutely ravishing looking as I
unavoidably stared up at her. 

Jenny, gasping for air, all sweaty and disheveled, got up after a bit,
wandering listlessly over to the edge of the mat; plopping down there,
gorgeous legs extended out, she grabbed a towel out of her equipment
bag to dry herself off while she tried to catch her breath.  Then it was
Donna talking again, directing things, saying to Jenny first, "why don't
you rest up a bit, girlie, we'll have you and Linda wrestle after me and
your buddy here go at it. Is that okay by you?"  Jenny's voice was flat
and quiet, rasping back, "yeah, sure, okay thanks."  Linda was talking
now, the slinky blonde chirping, "okay by me too, Donna. It wouldn't
be fair for us to wrestle now;" and then, to Donna, "geez, you kinda got
a little carried away there, girl.  I thought you were just warming up." 
Donna grinned back at her, "I was just warming up; but I couldn't help
myself heh heh; its so much fun to work over that bitch!"

I looked over at Jenny, pissed as I heard the sassy freshman calling my
adored classmate a "bitch"; but saw only a small cringe on the part of
the fallen goddess, and nary a word of protest.  She seemed completely
accepting of it all, much more so than I was.  But somehow I bit my lip
and kept quiet as well, having much more pressing things to worry
about; namely the upcoming prospect of wrestling that mouthy little
tramp myself.

I was beginning to think this was a huge mistake, but I was conflicted;
parts of me wanting to bolt right out of there while I still had a little
pride and sanity left. Yet another part wanted to go over and give poor,
wrung out, but still incredibly sexy, Jenny a big hug; and to console her
for the miseries she'd suffered at Donna's hands.  Yet the larger part of
me was unavoidably drawn to the whole, strangely arousing scene.  I
mean here I was alone in a dimly lit room with four cute girls, most
every guys dream one might say; but I was both scared shitless and
trying to control raging hormones all at once.  And instinctively now I
knew what was next.  Donna called over to Liz, "would you ref, girl?"
Liz, daughter of a high school wrestling coach, and unofficial groupie
for our men's team, what with her boyfriend, Dave, being our team
manager and all, knew all the rules and holds, and nodded agreement. 
And pretty soon Donna, still all warmed up and ready to go after
enthusiastically working over poor Jenny in both leg grappling and the
extra-curricular stuff that followed, beckoned me to the mat. My head
swimming, feeling dizzy and giddy at the same time, I slowly got up,
my legs still heavy and unresponsive, already sweaty from
nervousness; and thankful that I'd taken precautions, the 2 jockstraps
mostly containing my ever stirring member beneath the cover of my
singlet.

I dimly remember Liz's melodramatic pre-match instructions, the lanky,
freckle faced freshman looking right at Donna and smiling when she
admonished both of us, "now, no illegal holds, got it guys?"  I nodded
numbly, Donna just smirked. I glanced nervously over at Jenny,
looking a bit more composed now after being roughed up by Donna in
their heated "warm-up."  A loyal classmate, she quietly encouraged me,
"you can take her, Joey," as Donna and I squared off, facing each other
across the center ring, waiting for Liz's signal to start. I couldn't help
staring at the black garbed, luscious young thing across from me, her
ridiculously high cut black short shorts riding so high up on her hips I
could see half her firm little butt cheeks hanging out.  And then there
was the added distraction of her bared belly button sucked into her taut,
tummy, which was shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat from Donna's
"warm-up" with my classmate.  Despite my nervousness, I was
hopelessly mesmerized, and giddily un-prepared mentally, if not also
physically, to go to the mat in a real live match with this sexy,
flirtatious young thing; who despite my resolve beforehand to
concentrate on wrestling, was turning me on something terrible just as
she prepared to tear into me on the mat.  But worse yet, I was pretty
much completely psyched out, more so than I'd ever been against my
greatest wrestling nemesis,  JJ.  Just before Liz motioned us together,
Donna asked, "you got a  stopwatch watch, Liz?; how will we know
when times up?"  Liz just shrugged, and then replied, "I'll try to check
the big clock on the wall, but mostly I'll just guess, okay by you guys?"
I nodded glumly; Donna just laughed.

Now we were motioned together, Jenny still giving quiet
encouragement to me from the edge of the mat, Linda pretty much
silently engrossed in the match.  Donna had picked up a lot of nuances
of the game, most probably from JJ.  She feinted a takedown attempt
early, nearly got me leaning off balance, then snagged my right leg in a
single leg attempt that I just managed to pull out of.  We circled some
more.  She was quick on her feet, and my legs felt like lead weights,
heavy and unresponsive as I plodded around in a semi daze.  Donna
was lightly taunting me now, chiding, "come on Joey, show me some
moves," And again, " thought you were good at takedowns." .I was a
little miffed at that, grabbing at her near arm, trying to arm drag her by
me.  She slipped out of my grasp, sidestepping out of the way.  We
faced off again.  I thought I saw an opening and went in low for a
double leg, but Donna sprawled quickly over my grasping hands.  My
fingers clutched at the backs of her strong legs, her hamstrings
tightening against my grip.  I tried to draw her in, using my greater
size; but she sprawled back more, her tautly muscled legs tearing at my
tenuous grip.  I could feel my fingers slipping away from her flexing
hamstrings.  I tried to hold on, breathing hard, forgetting the giddiness I
felt before and at the start of this match, as competitive juices kicked in. 
But my grip continued to slip, her iron strong thighs like two warm
bands of steel tearing away at my resistance, my wavering male pride. I
was barely holding on now, with Donna completely sprawled out over
me, pulling my upper torso out from its center of gravity, slowly
forcing my heaving chest down toward the mat.  I couldn't believe this
was happening to me, panic setting in as she barred one arm across my
face, turning my head sideways while her muscled legs powered me
down ever closer to the mat.  I was staring straight at my sexy
classmate, whose sympathetic brown eyes silently urged me to hang on,
even as I felt Donna's coiled legs shedding my last clutching fingers. 

With a quick cry of triumph, Donna broke my grasp completely,
pivoting around me as, from my knees, I tried to turn with her.  But
now she was behind me as I crouched on all fours, Liz dramatically
intoning, "2 point takedown for the, ahem, SO-CALLED WEAKER
SEX, hee hee." So much for my thinking sweet, gangly Liz was no
threat to my masculinity.  Her taunting little verbal jab stung for sure;
but I had much more pressing concerns that that.  I was devastated at
losing this first key test, but tried to pull it together quickly, pushing up
into a stand-up escape attempt.  Donna, caught by surprise, resisted
some, but soon let me pull free.  I stepped away, then turned back to
face her, winded, but encouraged as Liz unenthusiastically intoned, "
that's 1 point for Joey, score is now 2-1 Donna." Speaking of which, the
foxy freshman was coming forward stealthily, breathing hard as well
but determined to press the issue in an aggressive style that was too
eerily reminiscent of her boyfriend, JJ.  I was still trying to catch my
breath, hand-grappling with her, leaning shoulder to shoulder to buy
some time, while Jenny from the edge, quietly encouraged me, "shoot,
Joey, shoot, you can do it."  For the first time Linda chimed in as well,
taking sides, chirping sweetly, "thatta girl Don, keep going, keep the
pressure on, you can get him, girl!"

We circled the mat, arms grappling, heads almost touching, I could feel
her hot breath on the side of my chest and top of my arm as we pushed
and pulled at each other.  Finally, breathing a little better now, if still a
bit winded from the early struggle, I tried to pull my arms back and
drop into a double arm, but Donna snagged my head halfway down
with her right arm and quickly twisted her hips into me, grabbing at my
left arm. Caught off balance, I was sucked into her head and arm,
crying out as she flipped me in a dizzying rush to the mat.  I hit the mat
hard, trying to roll up onto one hip as Donna tightened down the noose
around my head.  I struggled and writhed but she held me tight, pulling
my shoulders back toward the mat. Panic flooded through me as I could
see Liz dropping to all fours next to my shoulder blades, which hovered
inches off the mat.  I kicked and writhed desperately, but to no avail.
Donna had it cinched up tight.  Liz raised her arm, preparing to slap the
mat.  I kicked and flailed again, groaning, wriggling one shoulder up
just a tad. Jenny blurted out now with even a little agitation in her voice
for a change, "I think its time, Liz, for gawds sake." Liz looked up just
as my one slightly raised shoulder started to settle back into the mat,
calmly announced, "okay, break, times up."

Donna groaned, muttering, "damnit, almost had him."  I merely
moaned in weary release as she let go of my head.  Liz announced
somewhat melodramatically, "2 point takedown 3 point near fall, score
is, score is, um." Linda helped her out, "7-1 Donna."  I felt like there
was a hollow pit in my stomach as I lay there on one hip, gulping big
ragged breaths, sweaty and tired and devastated at the stunning turn of
events. Then I felt an even more urgent buzz down below and  finally
glanced down there, groaning softly as I saw and felt the hard bulge
straining against its double sheathed restraints.

I was a mess, already trailing badly against this luscious, strong-legged
vixen; and I was badly winded and too tired for just the opening two
minutes.  I hadn't realized how much conditioning I'd lost since
wrestling season ended.  Yet, if the truth be known, I hadn't wrestled
much of anything except a few unsuccessful challenge matches and a
few meaningless junior varsity matches since JJ relegated me to that
reserve squad early in the season. In a word, I wasn't match ready, and
sexy, saucy Donna was.

But now she gave me a break, suggesting, "tell you what, we could
both use a blow, don't you think, Joey?"  I nodded dumbly in between
ragged gasps, and Donna continued, "why don't we let Linda and Jenny
wrestle now, and we'll continue after that; fair enough everyone?"
I nodded again, grateful for the respite.  Jenny was mute,  Linda
seemed rarin to go.  As I tried to catch my breath, I wasn't even that
upset about my own match miseries all of a sudden; but rather ached
for my adored classmate and what I sensed, with another involuntary
shudder, was about to happen.

(to be continued)



***

Jenny & Donna, part 4 -  Playtoy
By JobberJoe
Former campus champ, Jenny, becomes a plaything for both Donna and pal, Linda

The duly ordained match with Linda that Jenny could not, or would
not, avoid this time was at hand.  The cute little blonde peeled off her
nylon warm-up suit to reveal a body hugging white leotard number that
revealingly displayed her lean, lithe and sleekly athletic body. Linda was a
gymnast, smaller than either Donna or Jenny, but all taut, sexy muscles,
and very coordinated. Not to mention flexible. Even next to visibly muscular Donna, she looked ripped. Smaller and slimmer, of course. But no less sinewy.

Though somewhat overshadowed by super jock, Jenny, Linda was generally regarded as the other "superb" female athlete at our school.  Though I hadn't seen the match, Linda, like Donna a relative newcomer to wrestling, she'd only started wrestling matches this year, had lost to Jenny the only time they wrestled early in the season.  But Jenny hadn't pinned her, and Linda reportedly had made the final score a respectable 8-4 with a late escape and takedown. She'd also decisioned the new champ, pale redhead Merrie, during the season, one of only two defeats, the other being a narrow loss to then champ, Jenny, Merrie had suffered all year.

I'd watched Linda wrestle Merrie in their rematch in the intramural finals
round, where Merrie avenged her early defeat with a decision victory. Still, while Linda was inexperienced, she'd given the future champ fits throughout with her quickness and agility, and particularly towards the end, with her incredible endurance. Even though Merrie was plenty fit herself, she clearly wasn't used to wrestling against an actual gymnast, and couldn't match the blonde in sheer stamina. I knew the thick, curvaceous girl and her meaty thighs were more about explosive strength than staying power, and weren't all that suited for a long marathon bout. Luckily for her, the match had ended before she'd completely ran out of steam - and found herself at the lithe little blonde's mercy.

Anyway, here she was, Linda. Already raring to go, having been noticeably disappointed that my devastated goddess had forfeited their final, albeit ultimately meaningless, match. All of which made it all the more surprising to see Jenny show up here to wrestle her now.

Yes, Jenny, just a week ago the undefeated, seemingly invincible, two
time intramural champion, now having twice tasted humiliating defeat
and looking hopelessly overwhelmed by Donna in their leg grappling
warm-up here.  Her shoulders were slumped almost in resignation
already as she got up to face off against the fiery little blonde.  I tried to encourage her, exhorting, "you can get her champ;" but Jenny merely
shrugged, while Donna chortled, "champ? funny, I don't see Merrie
here;" and then, "oh, did you mean me, Joey?", as she looked right at
me, smiling devilishly.  I tried to ignore her taunting little monologue,
but was careful to drop the "champ" reference when I called out to my
goddess yet again, "GO Jen", and left it at that. 

They were facing off now, Liz dropping her hand and barking, "wrestle
ladies".  And right away, sadly, but not unexpectedly, given recent
events, I realized there was little "GO" left in my humbled Goddess. 
Linda gained a quick advantage with a nimble leg sweep and single leg
takedown inside of 30 seconds, with Jenny falling awkwardly to her
back, but twisting over quickly to avoid a predicament.  So there was
Liz, standing over Jenny, on all fours, while Linda established quick
control with a tight waist ride, intoning, "2 points takedown, Linda".
And it was sadly just the beginning of another humiliating day on the
mats for the former champion.  Jenny, looking spiritless and
discouraged, and shockingly inept, made several half-hearted attempts
to escape, the first a tentative stand-up, blocked by Linda hooking her
near leg; and following that failed effort was a sloppy sit out reversal
attempt stifled easily and nearly converted into a 2 point predicament
by Linda as she pulled my writhing goddess back to her.

Then, when Liz announced, "20 seconds or so, Ladies", and with Jenny
looking more and more discouraged and lying face down on the mat
while Linda worked a half nelson, the perky, nimble blonde, easing up and
letting Jenny struggle up to all fours again, somewhat tauntingly chided
my struggling classmate, "come on girl, show me some fight" Jenny,
with a soft groan, tried another sit-out, but Linda hooked her arms with
hers and easily pulled her down.  Suddenly, Jenny was on her back,
survival instincts kicking in as Linda corralled her head and dropped
over her for the pin.  Jenny bridged up, feet kicking at the mat,
groaning loudly as the fiery blonde smothered her head and shoulders. 
I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought her shoulder blades were flat on
the mat as her bridge slowly collapsed; and once again I felt I was
about to cum as I anticipated another humiliating defeat by pin for my
goddess.  Yet, as Liz somewhat slowly dropped down to slap the mat,
Donna suddenly called out, "times up, I think, Liz;" and the gangly
frosh instead tapped on the marauding blonde's shoulders and
announced, "first round's over, Linda". And then she announced, "
that's a 3 point near fall. score is now 7 Zero, Linda, at the end of
round 1"

Jenny was saved, if barely  from an embarrassing first round fall, but
really all it did was prolong the agony and further her humiliation; and
she was plenty humiliated as it were.  With Jenny rolling slowly up to
all fours after the near fall; and staying with head down on the mat,
winded and sweaty and generally looking every bit a beaten young
woman already, Donna decided Linda and Jenny should play their
match out before the two of us resumed our match.  Linda, of course,
was only too eager to continue; Jenny just groaned softly and trudged
on all fours to the center circle, waiting there with head down,
shoulders sagging, a pitiable, broken and very forlorn looking figure. 
Liz looked a little uncertain as to who should start the second round in
the up position; but Donna , seeing Jenny already on all fours,
laughingly added, "looks like Jenny is down for round  2, really down,
hah hah."

I thought I saw a little shudder ripple through my disheartened goddess,
and I  hoped against hope that maybe Donna's cruel little digs would
wake her up, motivate her to battle back. But I was wrong. Linda got
into the up position, eager, left hand at Jenny's near elbow, right arm
slung around the older girl's waist; waiting for Liz's signal to start. 
Poor Jenny never even raised her head.  Liz gave the signal and quickly
Linda broke her down again to the mat. Jenny made one half hearted
attempt to get back up to her knees, only to have Linda, maybe 15 to 20
pounds lighter than my classmate, easily arm drag the bigger brunette
back down after Jenny had gotten only halfway up.  And Jenny spent
the rest of that round either face down on the mat, or struggling 
listlessly off her back while Linda, with some coaxing from Donna,
practiced her pin holds, the lithe little blonde muscling my adored
goddess of a classmate around like a mighty amazon playing with a
weak little girl. 

It was sad to see, complete humiliation for Jenny, but strangely, or
perhaps not so strangely given what happened during Jenny and
Donna's tourney match, perversely arousing for me watching.  I once
again found myself with a raging hard-on, my unruly member bulging
out slightly even against its double jock restraints; and I bit my lip,
trying to stave off the sensations, wondering how long I could hold out
as Linda  soon rolled Jenny over with a half and arm bar, scoring a 2
point predicament before Jenny managed to twist to her stomach. Then
the feisty little blonde moved almost immediately into a far cradle hold,
this time holding the weakly kicking brunette in a near fall position for
nearly 10 seconds, seemingly able to pin my broken, enfeebled
classmate whenever she chose.  She deliberately released that pin hold,
despite Jenny's virtual non-resistance.  She was clearly toying with
Jenny on the mat, while Donna was messing with the older brunette's
dazed, confused mind, taunting her, "come on, wimpy girl, can't you
get out of that?" even as she laughingly suggested more moves to put
on the humiliated beauty being mauled on the mats before my watery
eyes.  Had I not just seen Jenny meekly succumb to Donna in the leg
grappling warm-up, not to mention the impromptu pin that followed, I
would have been shocked to see how far she'd fallen since running out
of gas in overtime against Donna a week ago.

Now it was merely sad, yet disturbingly arousing, to see her so meekly
succumb to the quick and lithe smaller blonde. Liz held up 3 fingers
after Linda tauntingly released her cradle hold, leaving Jenny rolling to
her stomach, lying there weakly resisting while the blonde hellcat
straddled her trembling tawny body, enjoying the feeling of being in
total control of my startlingly submissive brown haired classmate. Liz
ran back through her mind, trying to tally a score and Donna helped her
out, laughingly chirping, "that's 12 Zero, Linda, whoo heee, you're
killing her, girl". And that she was, poor Jenny a mere play toy for the
fired up gymnast turned newest "goddess slayer" by this point. 

Linda then let Jenny struggle up to a trembling, tentative crouch on all
fours, Jenny totally wrung out, sweating, breathing hard from her futile
writhings off her back. Then the domineering little blonde snaked her
sleek, slender legs inside Jenny's larger, darker thighs and drove
forward forcibly, shoving Jenny's pretty face down against the grimy
mat surface.  Jenny gave little resistance save a weak moan of weary
despair as Linda grabbed her near arm with her leg still locked inside of
Jenny's and pulled my hapless Goddess over into a suck back pin hold. 
Jenny's beautiful body thrashed wildly for a few seconds as she strained
to keep her shoulders off the mat, Linda almost leisurely taking her
time, cinching up the arm hold, and all the while using her slim, but
tautly muscled legs to stretch poor Jenny out further and further while
Jenny's shoulder blades inched ever closer to the mat.  Then, just as
Linda's tawny "girl toy" started to go limp in meek, total surrender, the
foxy Junior blonde eased up the pressure, letting poor Jenny tilt over
out of immediate pin danger as Liz ritually announced, "3 points near
fall, score is now 15 to zero, Linda". Poor Jen just lay there on her
side, tears  and sweat streaking down her tanned face while Linda
straddled her, taking a short breather until Liz announced, "half a
minute ladies." With that inducement, Linda went to work again,
snaking her leg back between a now totally unresisting Jenny and this
time pulling her back in a real guillotine hold.  Poor Jenny, as I had
been earlier in the week in Donna's clutches, and, of course, several
times during wrestling season by chief tormentor, JJ, was quickly bent
back like a  pretzel, Linda holding her in that agonizing position, her
shoulders hovering inches off the mat, and deliberately held there by
her blonde tormentor for a good 20 seconds or so until Liz announced
the round over. Holding up 3 more fingers, Liz she announced, "that's
another 3 point fall, score is now, let's see. 18 to Zero, Linda", to
which Donna chirped, "geez, kiddo, you're a regular mathematical
genius; didn't know you could count that high."

I'd seen enough, all these verbal jabs, and physical humiliation being
heaped on my adored goddess making me get up off my butt and start
to stand up, intending to go pry Jenny away from the raging blonde to
spare her any further humiliation, saying, "okay, you win, Linda, just
let her be now."  Suddenly, Donna snapped with some venom at me,
"hold on there, bucko," as she quickly darted over, grabbing me from
behind in a full nelson before I could get off my knees. Caught by
surprise, I writhed uselessly as Donna, really cinching it down, shoved
my head forward and held me immobilized in her surprisingly strong
grip.  Here I had thought all of her strength was in her thighs; but I was
wrong.  She had some serious biceps development to go along with
those powerful legs and, of course, a general kick-ass attitude. And she
soon had me crawling, head down, right toward Linda and Jenny at mat
center; with Donna muscling me along from behind and still with that
wickedly effective full nelson cinched in.  Releasing her nelson when
we were only a couple feet from Linda, poised on all fours in the center
circle, and an all used up Jenny kneeling next to her and listlessly
draping one exhausted arm around the blonde; Donna grabbed me by
the hair, making me yelp in quick pain, as she spun me around and
immediately pulled my head between her full thighs.  Before I could
even think of escaping, the warm supple muscles in those heavenly
thighs had grown taut and punishing, my head ringing as I looked down
at her feet, her calves bulging while she pushed up on the balls of her
bare feet  for maximum leverage while squeezing her man-killer thighs
around my head.  I thrashed desperately, but to no avail, growing
quickly lightheaded and faint. I felt my head was about to burst when
the young femme fatale finally, mercifully, eased up the pressure in her
taut, scissored legs, laughing as I dropped light headed and dazed in a
crumpled heap at her feet.

She and Liz each grabbed one of my hands and drug me to the edge of
the mat. I was still really groggy from Donna's punishing head scissors
and lay weakly on one hip, staring out at the two sweaty beauties still
out on the mat while Liz gave the long delayed signal to start the 3rd
round.  Though my vision was still cloudy, I could see Linda jump up
in a dizzying blur, easily shredding Jenny's weak grasp as Liz signaled
"1 point escape". Then it was Linda, showing no fear of the broken,
meek and cowering wreck of a once great champion slumped before
her, stepping up to Jenny's slumped shoulders and daring poor Jenny to
try to take her down. Even in my groggy state, I ached for my poor,
devastated goddess of a classmate as she meekly wrapped her
trembling arms around Linda's sleek, planted legs, making but feeble,
half-hearted attempts to upend the fiery little blonde before Linda
stepped back, reached down and easily flung poor Jenny over to her
back. Liz held up two fingers, announcing, "2 point takedown;" and
then  she dropped next to the weakly writhing brunette while Linda
held Jenny in a cross body pin position, deliberately pulling up and
lifting one of Jenny's plastered shoulders just as Liz was ready to slap
the mat to signify a pin.  Liz, from her knees, now announced, "and
that's 3 point near fall", while Donna did the math this time, chortling,
"and that's 24 zip for Linda.""Way to go, Blondie, you just bashed
through the 20 mark!," she then crowed; while Linda, in full school girl
pin position now, straddled the feebly moaning brunette, laying Jenny's
limp arms behind her head but keeping the edge of her knee propped
under one of Jenny's shoulders to forestall a pin, for the moment at
least. 

>>From behind Linda now, Donna got into the act just a bit by roughly
grabbing and spreading Jenny's luscious dark legs.  Usually surging
with steely power, the slack muscles in her  awesome thighs and full
calves were now quivering with rubbery exhaustion as poor Jenny just
lay there submissively, beautiful body spread-eagled, arms draped
limply behind her head. She had surrendered completely to the
aggressive, hard bodied little blonde, if not well before then to saucy
Donna; and she could only whimper and shudder as Liz finally, and in
this case mercifully, dropped down, checked Jenny's well plastered
shoulders, and slapped the mat signifying the fall..

I was feeling less woozy now and tried to get up to help Jenny, who
was just lying there, completely wasted and whimpering softly, off the
mat; only to have Donna, who was busy holding Linda's hands up in
victory and giving her a big hug, wheel sharply around and bark at me,
"stay out of this, Joey, we can take care of her!"  Surprised at the harsh
tone in her voice, and disgusted at myself for almost meekly complying
with her shrill warning, I hunkered down and watched as Donna and
Linda, each grabbing an arm, drug their limp playtoy, Jenny, to the side
of the mat.  Linda moved away at that point, grabbing a towel to wipe
off her glistening body; but Donna lingered over my whimpering, still
totally submissive goddess, coolly kicking Jenny's wondrous dark legs
out to wide spread-eagles yet again, and kneeling down next to Jenny's
fitfully heaving chest while she pushed the sexy older brunette's arms
back behind her head yet again.

  I could see Jenny's liquid brown eyes looking meekly up at the sexy,
sultry Freshman beauty, her watery gaze one of a haunted, beaten down
animal pleading for mercy.  Donna, merely smiled down at her, then
sweetly commented, "my my, little weak, pathetic has-been Jen, you
are a sight to see; and so sweaty and ucky, uggggh; here, let me help
you breathe a little better." With that, Donna coolly reached down and
pushed the clingy, wringing wet T-shirt of Jenny's up the gentle slopes
of Jenny's smallish breasts.  I heard poor Jenny gasp audibly, but
otherwise lie meek and compliant, totally submissive to the younger
brunette hovering over her, as the sweaty red fabric brushed across her
nipples at the peak of her firmly jutting breasts. And then they were
fully uncovered, the small, firm ivory orbs jutting skyward before my
astonished eyes as Donna moved behind her head to roughly tug the T-
shirt all the way off Jenny's draped arms.  I continued to stare at the
now stripped to the waist vanquished goddess lying on the mat, hating
myself, but unable to resist feasting my eyes on the stiff swollen
nipples poking up from her white mounded breasts.  I was not that
experienced with women at the time, but I did realize various signs of
sexual arousal in a female. And Jenny's light chocolate colored nipples,
huge and tautly erect, definitely signaled some deep down arousal
taking over the defeated body of my alluring classmate.

Donna, seeing the excitement as well, but hardly seeming surprised,
coyly reached over Jenny's face and lightly tweaked one of those
swollen dark nipples between her index finger and thumb, pulling
gently on the trembling, fleshy nub; while poor Jenny, beside herself,
shuddered and gasped in heated response.  And, needless to say, I
almost came in a violent rush at the whole incredible sight.  But Donna
let loose of the succulent nub soon enough; and Jenny and I both
stopped just short of sensual oblivion in the intervening moments;
though even two jockstraps, now loosened up with sweat and pre-cum,
and stretched by my unruly dick, could no longer conceal my full-
blown erection.  I was hard as a rock, bulging out against the dark
fabric of my wrestling singlet as I self-consciously, if unsuccessfully,
tried to straighten and conceal my bulging member.

Donna merely laughed. Looking at me trying to re-adjust my bulging
singlet, and then down at spread-eagled, bare chested Jenny, her ivory
orbs firmly jutting, brown nipples hard, swollen and twitching with
sexual fever, and smirked, "you two losers are the same; you both get
off on getting whupped, or, in the case of Joey over there, watching his
beloved Jenny get whupped by  better women as well." "Sheesh, what a
couple pathetic wimps you two are," she continued; and then, "of
course, I knew already, watching my boyfriend tear you apart, that you
were pretty much a loser and wimp, Joey." "But you girlie,", she added
while staring straight down at the quietly gasping, spread-eagled Jenny,
you I expected more of; super jock my ass!"

Jenny and I, two thoroughly dominated, "pathetic wimps", to use
Donna's description, both just lay there, meekly taking in the verbal
jabs and humiliation being heaped on our sorry persons.  Jenny's
torment, being worked over by both Donna and Linda, and then
stripped to the waist and sexually teased by the domineering young
brunette, was over, or so I thought.  However, even though I really
longed at that point to just slink out of that room to lick my wounds;
somehow, deep down, I knew Donna wasn't through with me quite yet. 
And I was right.

(to be continued)



***

Jenny and Donna, Part 5 - Donna claims another
by Jobber Joe
Joey meets his match, and then some

With Jenny so rudely dispatched by the feisty little blonde, Linda,
albeit with some extra-curricular help at the end from Donna,  I realized
soon enough that Donna had every intent of finishing our own match,
previously stopped at the end of round one with Donna leading 7 to 1. 
She was motioning me out on the mat now as a matter of fact, Liz
standing there with her; and even though I hated what she'd just done to
poor Jenny, not to mention the verbal abuse she'd heaped on me, hating
myself even more for so placidly accepting it all, I couldn't help roving
my watery eyes yet again over that heavenly body, shimmering with a
fine sheen of sweat, before me.  There were those sexy little black short
shorts hiked up ever higher, with half her firm little ass hanging out;
and firmly jutting breasts, bigger than Jenny's, or Liz's, or Linda's,
rising and falling sensually beneath the clingy damp fabric of her bare
midriff halter top. And, oh yes, lets not forget that provocative little
concave belly button staring seductively at me from within rippling
washboard abs; and, of course, those fabulous legs, full, smoothly
muscled wonders that had already put a bit time hurt on me and had
virtually destroyed the long time leg goddess of my dreams, poor
Jenny, if not already replaced Jenny's as the "greatest legs on the face
of the Earth" to my dazed mind.  Despite everything going on, I was
hopelessly mesmerized with this sexy, sultry young tigress waiting for
me patiently at the center of the mat. 

Like Jenny before me during her shameful capitulation to Linda, I
dropped almost resignedly down to all fours, head bowed, with Donna
chortling above me, "looks like we gotta another Senior wimp choosing
the down position, Lizzie". Quickly now, my head once again
swimming with so many conflicting sensations and emotions, I was
aware that Donna had dropped down to one knee next to me.  I could
feel her grabbing my left elbow, her right arm snaking over my
backside, almost lazily laying there, as if she hardly expected me to try
to escape.  Her soft warm touch sent shivers of forbidden excitement
rippling through me as I dutifully waited for the match to resume. 

I was already trailing badly at this point of the interrupted match; and if
the awful truth be known, even I doubted I could come back and make
a match of it.  Id seen too much of this strong-legged, aggressive young
tigress, indeed suffered too much at her hands, and legs, already, to
know she had me half whupped, or worse, already, both physically and
mentally. Yet, when Liz gave the signal to start, a small flickering
spark of tattered male pride drove me into a desperate, quick effort to
push into a stand-up escape and get back into this match. I managed to
pull away easily enough from Donna's lackadaisical grasp, and I
backed off to plan my next move as Donna, a little miffed perhaps at
letting her prey escape so easily, came forward even as Liz was
announcing, "1 point escape for Joey. Lizzie, affected by the long
layoff between the start of our match and its resumption, then asked"
What does that make it?" "7-2, ya idiot," Donna playfully chided her
best pal", and then, "and guess who has the 7 duh?" I tried to block out
their playful banter, but of course couldn't, Donna's words pricking my
already tattered male pride even more.  We clasped arms, Donna still
the aggressor, shoving me across the mat even though I had to
outweigh her by a good 20-25 pounds.  I stayed in it, though, some
remnant of competitive juices forcing me to concentrate even as my
every unruly member still stirred at half mast down in my double jock-
strapped crotch.

Then out of the corner of one eye,  I saw that slinky little blonde
hellcat, Linda, had pulled her "Girl Toy" from recent mat action, poor
wrung out  Jenny back into her lap as she sat watching Donna and I.
And she had her arms wrapped lazily around Jenny's bared chest, coyly
groping the soft white breasts and tweaking the still hard and swollen
dark nipples, while Jenny, head laid back on Linda's shoulder, moaned
softly, yet clearly heatedly, brown eyes fluttering, beautiful dark legs
splayed out from her lightly trembling body.  Greatly distracted, my
member quickly rising from half staff to full excited attention at the
sight of bare-chested Jenny laying there so submissively in the blonde's
arms while Linda stroked her breasts and played with her nipples, I 
was caught off guard by the ever charging Donna. She had already
backed me to the ring's edge during our arm grappling, and now she
dropped low into a nifty single leg before I could react, spilling me on
my butt and then my back.  My upper torso was over the line as I
struggled to break free and Donna tried to pull me back onto the mat;
but Liz, being the proper ref, broke us up and signaled, "two point
takedown" for Donna as she motioned us back to the center circle.

I was once again a mess, still trailing badly, as Liz soon announced,
"score is 9 to 2", and now hopelessly burdened yet again with a raging
hard-on that would not subside.  From the corner of my eye I once
again spotted Jenny slouched almost languorously back in Linda's arms
at the side of the mat. And this time I also heard Jenny gasp suddenly,
"oh, gawwwdd, pleeez stop," in a girlish, half-hearted voice that was
more sweetly tormented than anguished when Linda, seemingly more
absorbed in our match than in purposely tormenting her sultry girl toy,
idly tweaked a convenient nipple. Whether intended or not, Linda's
actions kept poor Jen in a constant state of distracted, heated arousal;
and had similar effects on me watching it all.  I lost all focus and most
resistance at that point; and needless to say my ravishing, ravaged
goddess of a classmate was now like silly putty in the blonde Junior's
hands, make that trembling, gasping, exquisitely tormented "silly
putty".  While poor Jenny was in delicious meltdown, I, a total basket
case now, barely reacted as Liz finally restarted us and luscious black
garbed femme fatale, Donna, quickly hooked head and far leg and
swept me back in a tight, far cradle.

I kicked frantically for a few seconds as she tightened down her sinewy
noose, those wondrous, lightly tanned, and tautly muscled thighs
clamping down across my paler, somewhat skinnier counterparts.  I
tried to squirm free; but when I saw my singlet all tented up in front
from my raging hard-on, and, more distressingly, felt the electric
spasms building deep down in my crotch, I knew I was hopelessly
trapped.  Realizing with some sense of panic that any further writhing
would likely set off a very embarrassing imminent eruption down
below, I melted back in the foxy young brunette's sizzling cradle hold
now in a giddy sense of sweetly tormented surrender.  Donna, evolving
into a deliciously enchanting, if still deadly, "supreme goddess of all
goddesses", to my giddily overloaded mind now, slowly worked my
tilted shoulders down toward the mat, the sensual heat from her close
wrapped body and limbs driving me mad with desperate arousal even
as she worked diligently to pin my sorry ass.

A small sense of  panic swept through me again as I dully realized I
was, indeed,  about to be pinned by this luscious goddess slayer and
man-killer. Yet I kicked only weakly as my shoulder blades finally
settled flat against the mat.  Liz got down next to us, Donna flexed her
magnificent thighs one final time, sending a spasm of exquisite torment
through my snared, helplessly pinned body, and then I heard the
resounding smack of Liz's hand against the mat while I bit my lip
furiously striving to stave off the ever welling spasms. I did, just
barely, though a small, but embarrassing stain was appearing at the
peak of my tented up singlet as Donna finally let me go and pushed me
somewhat roughly out of her embrace. 

I lay there after the pin, curled up in an almost fetal position, still
desperately trying to stave off the imminent eruption down in my
crotch, and facing away from the conquering brunette who'd just
whupped me more completely than boyfriend, JJ, ever had.  I was
trembling uncontrollably, lying there beneath this alluring new young
mat goddess, my quivering person filled with equal parts shame, fear,
and, yes, unmistakable euphoric submission.  I listened while Liz, no
doubt raising her buddy's arm in triumph, loudly proclaimed, "winner
by fall, the queen of the mats, the baddest ass Amazon Babe on the
planet, Donna." My ever unruly dick twitched and shuddered on the
ragged edge as I heard my young foxy tormentor proclaimed the winner
in our match, and more pre-cum seeped through my already soaked
through jockstraps and singlet, spreading the ever growing stain.  I tried
to slink away then, head down in shameful defeat, slowly getting up to
my knees and crawling toward the edge of the mat, but Donna suddenly
barked, "where you goin, WIMP? I ain't done with you yet." 

Something, the commanding tone in her voice perhaps, maybe the real
body numbing exhaustion I was feeling, perhaps something else, made
me stop my slow crawl, hunkered there on all fours, trembling
violently. Like Jenny before me I had quite unwittingly, if willingly in
the end, become totally submissive to, indeed virtually enslaved by the
magnificent bodily charms of, this ravishing young mat goddess.

I could hear her coming toward me, standing behind me, and I was
fairly shaking, quaking with shame, fear and revulsion at the cowardly
way I was capitulating to this saucy, imperious "bad ass Amazon
Babe", as Liz had called her.  But, though a big part of me hated myself
for feeling that way, I had totally caved to this enchanting young
woman; and when she next barked, "turn around and face me, WIMPY
BOY!", I meekly, obediently, shuffled around until I was facing her,
head down, though my eyes could not avoid lifting to soak in the
magnificence of her sleek, smoothly muscled thighs now almost
touching my reddened face.  She reached down now, shoving my head
this way and that, taunting me, "like I said, you pansyass, I ain't done
with you quite yet. this match is best two out of three falls, or hadn't
you heard?" I shook my head slowly, mumbled, "no, pleeez, you've
beaten me", surprised at how small and trembling, like a meek, cowed
little boy, my own voice sounded to me.  She ignored my feeble plea,
chirped, "take a shot, WIMP, see if you can take down the champ
here."

Obediently, if tentatively, I reached up, , looping my arms around the
tops of her legs, digging my fingers into her hard muscled ass as I
tugged halfheartedly in a feeble effort to upend those mighty, muscled
legs. I didn't stand a chance; and Donna and I both knew it. She just
laughed, sprawling out quickly, easily shredding my weak grasp, then
double under-hooked my shoulders in one smooth motion and torqued
that magnificent young body, unleashing its full, sensual power as she
threw me roughly to my back like a mighty amazon roughing up a 98
pound weakling.  At the moment, even at some 150 pounds plus, I felt
weaker than that, an enfeebled "boy toy" for this strong, ravishing
goddess of a young woman.  With her whole warm body enveloping
my head, I kicked weakly from my back, but was, of course, hopelessly
pinned again, the muffled sound of Liz gleefully slapping the mat
reaching my dazed mind an instant later.  Donna stayed planted over
my face and pinned shoulders, her warm, womanly magnificence
driving me wild with perverse arousal even as I felt the shame and
humiliation sweeping through my splayed body while Liz loudly
counted all the way to 30 over my helplessly pinned figure. 

She got up then, but she wasn't through with me, not just yet!.  She let
me get back up to all fours, then suddenly sat down on my back, giving 
my ass a taunting slap with one hand while she dug her heels somewhat
painfully into my pale, quivering thighs and yipped, "git up, PONY
BOY, yee haw." I lurched slowly forward under the urging of this
alluring, domineering young beauty, whimpering shamelessly with
each tortured shuffle of trembling arms and legs.  But when she brought
her stunning legs closer together under my sagging body, her full
calves briefly rubbing against my stiff member as it strained against my
damp singlet, it was finally too much to take. I collapsed with a feeble
little gasp, my body shuddering as my overheated member went off like
a firecracker, jerking staccato bursts of sticky, creamy cum through two
jockstraps and the clinging singlet while I dropped to the mat,
shuddering and moaning in total surrender.

Donna rode me right on down to the mat, effortlessly sliding her
magnificent man-killer legs up to scissor my chest now as she lay back
on one hip and then, with a quick, powerful twist of her coiled legs,
flipped my still jerking body over until I was lying face up between her
powerful legs.  Slowly she squeezed down on my pale chest until I was
gasping for air; and then she eased up a bit before quickly flexing those
awesome thigh muscles.  And I do mean awesome in every way! 
Lying there helplessly snared, my eyes were staring straight up and out
at those big, wonderful flexing muscles, and every time the glistening
muscles coiled up with a punishing flex, my captured body twitched in
response, and my already mostly drained cock spewed a new, ever
weaker, stream of cum through my soaked jockshorts and wrestling
singlet..

Donna kept up this cruelly taunting torture through about six or seven
punishing flexes of those rippling thighs, until I was completely
drained, or so I thought.  Then she uncoiled her mighty man-killer legs
while I gasped in breathless relief, only to move up, kneeling next to
my face and casually lifting one luscious leg up to place the meaty
heart of her warm, now decidedly wet, thigh over my face.  Smothered
beneath its steamy expanse, I heard Liz, on Donna's urging, count yet
again over my pinned person; and at "7" what I thought was a
completely drained cock, spurted its last feeble load then quickly
shrunk into total limp surrender, like the rest of me.  And indeed, as
Donna pulled her warm, wet and electrically arousing thigh off my face
finally, with me squirming feebly in blue balled agony, I was one
whipped puppy, completely, utterly, devastated by this young super
femme.



***

Jenny and Donna - Final Part (6)- "Spoils of Victory"
By Jobber Joe
Jenny and Joey pay homage to new young Goddess, Donna

Having pinned my raggedy ass, not once, but twice, in our lopsided
wrestling match, not to mention squeezing me out to total, sticky
surrender after that, sexy femme fatale, Donna was through with me,
for the moment, but certainly not done on the day.  As I lay there in
cum soaked defeat, Donna gestured to partner in crime, Linda, "send
little Jen out here; I wanta work her over some more," even as she was
peeling off her sweat soaked black halter top to reveal the nicest pair of
breasts I'd seen in a good long while, particularly on such a young
thing.  Bigger and fuller than Jenny's modest mounds, but just as firm,
and with huge, tautly erect pinkish-brown nipples, sultry Donna was a
vision of Amazon strength and beauty as she stood there above me,
stripped now to just those skimpy black short shorts, and waiting
patiently for her next victim, namely poor broken Jenny, the long
vanquished former mat goddess.  From behind my splayed, defeated
person, I could hear Jenny meekly protesting as the fiery little blonde
apparently hauled her up to her feet.  Then, she was stumbling out,
heavy legged, probably scared shitless of what Donna would do to her
in her weakened, newly vulnerable state, but meekly complying
nevertheless with the saucy Frosh mat queen's imperious demand.  At
the same time that Donna was sweeping poor Jenny up in a crushing
front bear hug, the other two women, Liz and Linda, were dragging me
by the arms to the edge of the mat.  They propped me up against the
padded wall so I could watch the rest of the "show".

And what a show it was, if so sad and humiliating for my devastated
goddess in many ways.  For by now she was reduced merely to a meek,
totally submissive play toy for Donna and pals, mostly Donna. The
saucy, oh so sexy Frosh mat amazon squeezed hard as she pulled her
trembling, still oh so sexy, Senior girl toy into her, Donna's bigger
breasts mashed against, dominating the smaller breasts of my adored
goddess.  Poor Jenny couldn't cope with this steamy breast assault any
better than she coped with Donna's stunning mat dominance a week
ago and earlier today.  She resisted only feebly as Donna poured on the
steamy pressure; and very soon Jenny, with a weak gasp, literally
melted into the domineering young brunette, those beautiful dark legs,
weak and rubbery from the mauling she'd already taken at Donna and
Linda's hands, not to mention from sensual overload here, were draped
uselessly against the bigger, firmer thighs of her sexy tormentor,
Donna's magnificent legs dominating Jenny's soft, quivering dark
limbs. It was incredibly sad, but admittedly terribly arousing to see
Jenny looking so meek and helpless, her wondrous legs, still to my eyes 
possibly the sexiest pair of gams on the planet, though Donna's muscled
beauties were closing the gap fast, looking so weak and overwhelmed
as her slack, quivering thighs lay against the rippling, taut thighs of her
young tormentor. 


And then she dropped her, just like that; dropped her like a sack of
potatoes, poor Jenny, so totally overcome by sexy Donna's total
physical and sensual mastery, that she fell limply to her back and
stayed there, glazed over eyes looking meekly up at her beautiful young
tormentor.  Donna could have pinned her however she pleased and for
as long as she wished for my once proud goddess of a classmate was
not even resisting now, but rather, submissively spreading her gorgeous
dark legs wide and laying her arms back behind her head in a sign of
total surrender to the domineering young brunette. But, as always,
Donna had other plans at present,, tauntingly sitting down and rolling
one glistening full thigh slowly over Jenny's pretty face while verbally
abusing her, telling her, "super jock my ass! you're nothing, little girl,
NOTHING!, hear that?" Poor Jenny was trembling and whimpering
beside her now, totally intimidated by the saucy Frosh super femme, as
Donna added, "and you're all mine, dearie, do you understand?" From
her back, waiting until Donna lifted her full thigh off her mouth and
face, poor Jenny weakly and meekly nodded her head, whimpering in a
little girls voice, "yes, yes, understand, I'm yours now"; then, "
gawwwd, pleeez Donna, pleez let me go." "Not so fast, girlie", Donna
cooed in response; "I'm not through with you, Hah hah".,

With that, Donna got up, towering over the cowed, spread-eagled older
brunette, haughtily placed one foot under Jenny's near shoulder and
rolled her ragdoll Girl Toy over to her stomach. She then straddled
Jenny's prone form, curled her arms under Jenny's midsection and lifted
the unresisting former champion up off the mat. Poor Jenny doubled
over Donna's arms as her young tormentor pulled her upright; sort of,.
since Jenny lay draped listlessly in Donna's strong arms.  And then
Donna slowly dropped down to her knees, dragging Jenny down with
her, then sat back, extending her wondrous legs out to wrap around
Jenny's deep tanned, splayed limbs as she held my unresisting
classmate in her lap.  Now, in a dominating move that was wholly
unnecessary since Jenny was already completely broken and totally
submissive to her, Donna stretched the tawny older brunette out with
the use of her mighty, coiled legs, the rippling thighs flexing, slamming
into Jenny's softened, horribly weakened counterparts as she also slid
her arms under the older girl's shoulders and coolly fingered her bared
heaving breasts while holding her tight in her steamy leg and body
stretcher. 

I stared in eye-popping amazement and undeniable rapt admiration at
the stunning muscle definition in Donna's flexing legs, the big, rippling
thighs absolutely smothering poor Jenny's own slack, quivering dark
thighs.  My poor broken goddess looked like a weak helpless little girl,
her once venerable legs literally swallowed up by Donna's bigger and
mightier killer thighs.  It was almost too much for me to stand as my
ever unruly member, though badly drained, was rising to full staff yet
again, making me squirm in blue balled agony whiles I watched this
amazing, erotically charged display of total dominance by the fiery,
strong-legged frosh beauty. 

And soon enough it was too much for poor Jenny to withstand as, her
wondrous tanned body bent and stretched, rubbery legs absolutely
smothered beneath Donna's rippling beauties, and now with Donna
pulling and tugging hungrily on Jenny's tautly erect, swollen dark
nipples, my overwhelmed classmate began to pant and moan in heated
arousal.  Finally, her wondrous, snared body jolted sharply, climaxing
with a shuddering gasp as the juices streamed down her succulent inner
thighs.  Donna held her tight, her magnificently muscled legs still
flexing powerfully, literally crushing poor melting Jenny and her hot,
sticky, horribly softened darker legs in their mighty embrace, while the
older brunette continued to shake and tremble and gasp and moan in the
throes of her shuddering, shattering orgasmic surrender. 

There was nothing more Donna could wring out of the all used up and
physically and sensually wasted girl toy she held in her hands and
within her powerfully dominating killer legs, or so I thought.  Even best
friend, Liz, watching entranced, as was Linda, as this whole steamy
scene played out, was urging Donna now, "hey, champ, you've done
enough; sheesh, she's totally wasted, Donna; leave her be now and lets
go get something to eat, I'm getting hungry." Donna just looked over at
her pal, smiling devilishly and panting, "how can you think of your
stomach at a moment like this, girlie, gawwwwd", as she cruelly,
needlessly, pulled and tugged poor Jenny's stiff nipples out to obscene
lengths,  making my vanquished classmate whimper in feeble protest,
crying out, "aiiieee, gawwwd, pleeeeez stop, killing me, gawwwwwd."
And killing her luscious young Donna was, indeed, figuratively if not
literally; killing her with her awesome bodily powers, most particularly
those rippling pulverizing thighs, and with spectacular bodily charms
that had left poor Jenny lying in her arms in sweetly tormented
oblivion.

But Donna, though she finally, mercifully, let go of Jenny's mangled
nipples, was not quite ready to give up playtime with her meek,
compliant Girl Toy.  She roughly pushed the ragdoll brunette off her
lap now, sticking out one foot before she got up and tauntingly kicking
poor Jenny over to her back as my ravaged goddess moaned feebly in
response.  Then Donna got up, grabbing the limp older girl by one wrist
and drug her across the mat to where I still sat with my back against the
wall, the crotch of my cum stained singlet once again all tented up with
my perverse excitement.  I'd never seen Jenny look so weak, so
vulnerable, so utterly wasted, yet so absolutely sexy as well, her near
naked body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat mixed with her own
sweet release, her gorgeous legs quivering like warm Jell-O, the slack
muscles mauled and squeezed into rubbery exhaustion and absolute
limp surrender as they drug lifelessly behind her equally limp body. 
Donna was so utterly radiantly sexy herself, those skimpy black short
shorts the only spot of clothing left on her unbelievably well developed
all woman's body, the body of an invincible amazon to my glazed over
eyes it was by now, shimmering muscles tensed with the excitement of
conquest; in a word absolutely breathtaking. 

Standing right in front of me now, this ravishing new Goddess let poor,
ravaged Jenny fall back limply to one hip, barking down at me at the
same time, "ON YOUR KNEES, WIMP!".  Meekly, obediently, I got
up slowly, head bowed submissively, legs feeling rubbery and weak as
I knelt before her, trembling with fear of, and slavish adoration for, this
magnificent creature.  She virtually ignored me for the moment while
reaching back down to the limp, pitiful beauty lying to one side,
callously looping the fingers of her right hand through Jenny's damp,
matted brown hair and yanking my enfeebled classmate up the hard
way.  Poor Jenny cried out weakly, tears staining her pretty face as
Donna cruelly tugged at her dark locks; literally dragging the older
brunette up until Jenny was propped on her knees before her and right
next to me, her luscious body nearly touching mine as we both knelt
before this haughty, domineering goddess of a young woman.

While I swayed weakly from my knees as I knelt before the young
goddess, poor Jenny had slumped forward like a ragdoll, bared breasts
nestled against Donna's supple, wet and warm thighs, arms dangling
limply at her flanks.  Only Donna's strong arm, fingers no longer
clenching the older brunette's matted hair, but instead almost gently
holding the back of Jenny's head, kept my wasted classmate from
slithering back down to the mat.  Hunkering so near this powerful,
sexy young teenaged goddess, I could sense the sensual heat emanating
from her fantastic body while she lorded over we, her virtually
enslaved older victims.

And lord over us she did, this ravishing 19 year old goddess free now
to do anything she wanted with Jenny and me.  Neither of us were in
any condition, either physically or mentally, to stop Donna's steamy
rampage.  So I did little but whimper meekly as my sexy young
tormentor abruptly pushed the heel of her one hand hard against my
lowered forehead, rolling my head back and making my whole wimped
out body sway backwards while I wind-milled my arms briefly in a
futile effort to keep my balance before falling over to one hip with a
groan.  The domineering teen mat goddess nudged her slack-bodied girl
toy to one side, poor Jenny also falling over to one hip with a feeble
sigh, before standing directly over and barking down at me, "on your
back and spread em, WIMP!" 

Whimpering shamelessly, fear and slavish adoration mixing as one in
my addled brain, I immediately rolled over to my back, arms and legs
spread wide; lying there trembling, and totally vulnerable to any cruel
attack to my splayed body she might choose.  Thankfully, although
Donna feigned a stomp to my groin, laughing as I flinched and cried
out in response to her raised foot looming over my private parts, the
sassy, sexy Frosh beauty settled for laying that same foot over my chest
lightly as she barked down at me, "watch what a bitch your girly friend
has become, Joey, eyes on me and Jenny; DO IT NOW!"  Meekly,
obediently, I focused watery eyes up at this commanding young
goddess, while random thoughts suddenly filled my head; such as
"what would JJ or the other guys on the team think of me now if they
saw me this way, front of my singlet soaked in my own cum, lying here
spread-eagled and totally submissive to this ravishing young teen
goddess?"  I would lose all respect with those guys, I figured; not to
mention the fact that JJ would probably "kill" me if he saw me this
way, laying down in slavish adoration of his gorgeous girlfriend.

I shuddered at the thought, tried to concentrate on my appointed duties;
which were to focus only on Donna and her girl toy, Jenny, as directed. 
Donna had pulled her foot off my heaving chest at some point during
my random mind wanderings; and now she had drug the older brunette
up by both arms and was holding her slack body at full length tight
against her own magnificent, bare-breasted body.  Eyes darting quickly
my way to make sure I was still watching, super sexy femme fatale,
Donna, then let the weak and trembling beauty held in her strong arms
slide slightly down her glistening hot and hard bod until Jenny's foam
caked lips brushed against the hard nub of Donna's huge turgid right
nipple.  Donna held her there, hissing softly, "suck it BITCH!"; and
Jenny obediently closed her lips around the hard, pinkish brown nub,
her liquid brown eyes closing to mere slits as she began to suck on
Donna's nipple, at first tentatively; but soon enough warming to the
task and urgently suckling the tender morsel.  Donna, fairly purring
with sensual excitement at the slavish attention being paid her
magnificent young breasts by her comely Girl Toy, kept one arm
wrapped tightly around the rubbery legged older brunette while bring
the other hand up to pat her suckling pet approvingly on the back of the
head, cooing, "that's a good little horny bitch".  Jenny merely gurgled in
response, still noisily suckling Donna's succulent nipple until her young
Mistress grabbed the back of her hair and slowly disengaged one very
hungry mouth from one well worked over and lubricated nipple.  Poor
over-stimulated Jenny just hung there in Donna's arms, head laid back,
drool spilling out the side of her gaping mouth as her fevered tongue
still lapped at the air as if seeking to re-engage the delicious morsel
she'd been pulled away from. 

It was total capitulation, degradation, humiliation; call it what you will;
and it was also driving both Jenny and me mad with desperate desire to
shamelessly worship that ravishing creature even more.  I was fairly
squirming from my back, my already well worked over and depleted
manhood somehow managing to rise to full, excited attention yet again,
tenting up my soiled wrestling singlet as I only half stifled a low moan
of desperate arousal.  Donna, noticing my feverish squirming, hissed
suddenly, sharply over at me, "stifle yourself, Joey, or I'll kick you
where it hurts, hard!"  I did my best to comply as Linda, elevated to
near goddess status herself to my sex addled brain at this point, moved
behind me, her sleek, supple thighs straddling my fevered face as she
knelt there, holding my shoulders as if to stop my squirming.  Her
warm presence did little to quell my raging arousal, that's for sure; but I
wasn't about to try to get her to leave me alone; nor was I really sure I
wanted to. 

I was so confused by it all; and so hopelessly turned on by the whole
steamy scene.  And I could barely stand it now as Donna slowly let my
enslaved classmate slide down her incredibly hot body, coyly pushing
one leg forward to meet poor Jenny's collapsing body. As Donna's
upraised knee knifed between my classmate's softly quivering dark
thighs, easily spreading the rubbery limbs, Jen was beside herself,
moaning in exquisite torment while she slithered down Donna's
extended leg, her  hot, slippery thighs making wet, squishy sounds as
they straddled the taut, rippling thigh of her young tormentor.  Jenny
couldn't stifle the weak, ecstatic moans escaping her fevered lips while
Donna purposely held her melting body at a point where Jenny's red
garbed crotch was straddling Donna's uplifted leg just above the knee
cap.  With Jenny moaning low and long, and then gasping and panting
with onrushing orgasmic excitement, Donna, stifling low moans
herself, rubbed her lower thigh up and down against Jenny's plastered
crotch, soon enough bringing poor over-wrought Jenny to another
shuddering climax.

Holding her there, leg still sliding up and down, keeping Jenny in an
extended state of orgasmic surrender, Donna finally pulled the
marauding limb, letting my still shuddering classmate slump down to
her knees.  Poor Jenny was completely done in, and I was nearly there
myself, by the overpowering sensual charms of this enchanting young
goddess.  My alluring classmate's head bobbed forward , pretty face
smothered against Donna's rock hard, sweaty abs, arms dropped limply
to her side, while the saucy, domineering Frosh amazon held her slack-
bodied Girl Toy gently at the shoulders. She was enjoying this,
dominating Jenny and I so completely, she was. And now she barked
down at the trembling, all-used up creature at her feet, "That's a very
good BITCH!; now LICK IT OFF, YA HORNY SLUT, DO IT
NOW!".  Trembling involuntarily, her own athletic vitality and
champion's spirit long since completely broken by her powerful,
domineering young tormentor, Jenny began to lap at the moist belly
button in front of her face; to which Donna barked again, "not there,
SLUT! LOWER!"; all the while I, broken and totally submissive as
well to the imperious teen goddess, craved the opportunity to be
servicing that hot bod with my own adoring tongue. 

With that, poor beaten down, completely obedient Jenny, with Donna
easing  her grip on her shoulders, slithered down Donna's fabulous
body far enough to where she could lap her tongue across the glistening
full thigh of her young tormentor, slavishly lapping up the sticky
wetness, Jenny's love juices mixing with a few trickles from Donna's
own steaming crotch, off the most stunningly sexy, strong and perfect
legs my adoring eyes had, by this point, ever feasted upon. Yes, I'm not
ashamed to admit it.  Somewhere along the way Jenny's still beautiful
legs had stopped being the most perfect pair of gams on the planet,
replaced decisively by Donna's muscled beauties.  It wasn't even close
to my addled brain just then.  Donna's stunning legs absolutely ruled,
just as the powerfully enchanting young goddess now ruled every fiber
in Jenny's and my trembling persons.

When Jenny had seemingly lapped every drop of sweet dewy nectar
off one thigh, Donna had her lap up the other in similar fashion before
abruptly dropping the still heatedly moaning dark haired beauty in a
crumpled heap at her feet.  Then she moved to my pitiful, cum-soaked
figure.  I was still lying on my back, my head cradled by luscious
Linda's  warm, wonderful thighs; and I was so far gone by this point it
took just a split second for my enslaved dick to go off like a firecracker
one last time when Donna coolly placed  her bare foot squarely over
my tented up singlet.  Like Jenny just moments before, I too had once
again surrendered completely to the magnificence of this strong, oh so
sensual, teen amazon.

And that's how they left us, saucy Donna and her comely cohorts did;
with Jenny stripped to her waist and lying utterly wasted in post-
orgasmic reverie on the slick mats that had been the sight of many a
storied victory in her past life as Miss Super Jock; a life which 
strangely seemed so distant, even inconceivable, now.  And there I was,
spread-eagled on my back a short distance away, my wrestling singlet
soaked through with my own cum; also so far removed from a once
promising varsity wrestling career that had, admittedly, already nose-
dived, thanks to Donna's boyfriend, JJ, some time ago; but that had
now officially bottomed out with my slavish surrender to JJ's saucy
sexy girlfriend, Donna,

We would never live this day down, nor would we forget it, or HER,
Donna, the ravishing new mat Goddess on campus.

(this is the end of this story series, I think - If any readers have
comments or further suggestions please e-mail me at:
jobberboy2002@yahoo.com)


***

[Augur]

Jenny and Donna, continued - Flashback!
By Jobber Joe
Former wrestling champ, Jenny, tells pal, Joey, what really happened
after her defeat by Donna

(This is a continuation of a six part story series submitted in
December, 2003, and is a result of input and suggestions made by
various e-mail contacts.  I would particularly like to thank Joel for his
creative input and encouragement.  Hope you enjoy it.  Joe
jobberboy2002@yahoo.com )

It had been a couple months since Jenny and I "suffered" together at the
hands of foxy young Wrestling Goddess, Donna, and accomplices, that
fateful day in the wrestling room.  We'd both been far too humiliated
and embarrassed about what happened to talk about it that very day,
even after Donna and company left us alone in our miseries.  And we
hadn't had the occasion to get together much since.  But it had been
bugging me to no end, not talking to Jenny about what happened that
is. So I finally got up enough nerve to call her early that summer, after
our graduation.  She didn't seem too eager to talk with me at first, but I
managed to get her to agree to just an informal get-together, at her
apartment.  I brought some snack items, and a couple bottles of wine,
and we snacked and drank, and drank some more.  It was funny, really,
because I'd spent almost my entire four years in college dreaming up
ways to "date" this "dream girl" of mine; but I'd always been too shy;
and she'd seemed too unapproachable for that kind of stuff, a "Big Girl
on Campus," if ever there was one.    So, after just a few inept attempts
while we were in school, all getting nowhere, here I was actually going
over to her place on sort of a date.  But, call it a date, or not, I had no
real notion to jump her bones now that the opportunity for doing so
might be there, not like my hormone driven psyche had long fantasized
about. 

No, even after the wine got flowing pretty good, and we were both a bit
tipsy; even then I had no real thought that this was going to end up with
us in bed together.  And Jenny wasn't exactly heading in that direction
either; in fact she gently brushed off a few awkward attempts I made to
get more intimate with her as the evening wore on.  I didn't think much
of it then, thinking she just didn't want to get it on with a half-drunk
classmate she knew more as a friend than a romantic interest; but now I
have other thoughts about that, which I'll keep to myself.  In any event,
she did open up some about that thing we'd both been afraid to talk
about; really opened up in fact, almost as if she'd just been waiting to
get it off her chest.  And that she did, in a long, rambling, monologue
that started after I asked her, quite innocently enough, if something
happened between her first shocking loss to Donna and that one
incredible afternoon we both "suffered" through in the wrestling room.
What was it that turned her so quickly from an undefeated champion to
one who looked so lost and helpless just days later?  No doubt helped
by the several glasses of wine she'd already drunk, Jenny started right
in at the point she had to be helped off the mat by Mr. Williams, the
intramural coordinator and referee, and  Donna herself, after that
devastating first defeat at Donna's hands.  Here is her story:


(Jenny speaking)
After that match, after Donna beat me, the shock really didn't set in
immediately.  I mean I barely remember anything about the overtime
period at all.  It was pretty much a big blur; though I do vividly
remember still my fingers slipping away helplessly from her tautly
muscled legs as she sprawled over me; I think it was during the first
overtime period after she'd made a stand-up escape; and then the next
thing I know she was on top and driving my face into the mat.  And
then really it all dissolved from there.  I was so weak and woozy; and at
the end, I pretty much just felt myself being rolled  to my back, and
then a warm weight, Donna's body I guess, settling in over me.  I didn't
even hear Mr. Williams slap the mat; just remember being pulled up off
my back at some point, and how my legs were like mush, buckling
weakly until Mr. Williams and Donna grabbed me  and helped me off
the mat.  I tell you, Joey, I'd never experienced anything like that.  I
mean I was used to winning ALL my matches; and even though I'd had
a few close matches over the years, I'd never come even close to losing
all control, before, my body giving out, being so dizzy and confused
and all.

Anyhow, I remember Mr. Williams trying to comfort me as he and
Donna half carried, half drug me to the locker room.    It was slowly
setting in that I'd lost the match; though I still wasn't sure if it had been
a decision, or if Donna had pinned me.  I was way too tired and woozy
to care much just then.  Anyhow, Mr. Williams couldn't go into the
women's locker room, of course, but Donna stayed with me, helping me
to my locker stall before she went to take her own shower.  I was
starting to come around some by then, but slowly, and I  felt kind of
funny having somebody who'd just handed me my first ever defeat
being the one to help me out then; but the truth is  I was still pretty
weak and wobbly.  And, despite my embarrassment at having to depend
on her, of all people, I really needed some help then; so I was kinda
grateful that she was there.  The place was basically deserted as I recall,
since we were using the "team area", where the general student body
isn't allowed; and no other teams were using the lockers that morning. 

Anyhow, after Donna helped me to the bench, and believe me, I was
leaning on her something terrible, still stumbling along on really
rubbery legs, I just slumped there on the bench for the longest time,
trying to figure out what had just happened; and I was still feeling
generally puny and physically devastated.  I heard the shower running;
probably Donna, since I hadn't seen anybody else around when we
came in.  I eventually peeled off my shorts and top, and wandered into
the shower area myself, getting as far away as I could from where she
was showering; clear around into the far corner in the back stall
actually, out of her or anybody else's sight. 

And then, all alone in the back of the shower area, it all just kind of
sank in all at once, how tired I was, the flashback again to her strong
legs shredding my grip as she took me down in overtime, being rolled
to my back and all.  And I pretty much knew then, I'm not dumb you
know, that Donna had not only handed me my first, shocking defeat,
but had also completely overpowered and pinned me in doing so. It all
caved in on me, then; and I barely had washed and rinsed my hair
before I dropped down to my butt with the bar of soap still in one hand.
I  just sat there on the tiles with the spray coming down on me, feeling
real sorry for myself, and doing more crying than cleaning, if you want
to know the truth.  At some point, I was almost sobbing uncontrollably,
though I was trying to stifle the sobs as best I could so Donna, or
whomever else might be in there, wouldn't hear.

I was so lost in my own misery that I barely noticed somebody walking
toward me until they were almost right on top of me.  It was Donna, 
and she didn't say a word to me, just turned the shower off and
extended her hand to help me up.  I was more recovered then,
physically at least, but I let her pull me up anyhow.  And then, and I
really can't explain it even now, but I didn't resist, still sniffling and
sobbing some, as she held me from behind and guided me out to the
towel cart over in one corner.  She still hadn't said anything to me; and
at that point I was starting to feel a little peeved that she'd interrupted
my little private misery, and more than a little nervous about her
silence, not to mention the obvious fact that we were both stark naked. 

Anyhow, I turned around to face her and started to say something like,
'Thanks, I'll be okay now'; but Donna, who'd started to towel herself
off, dropped her towel abruptly and cut me off, not harshly, but firmly
replying, 'no, you still look a little pale and weak, here let me help you
dry off'.  Deep down I resented that "pale and weak" comment; and I
started to protest, mumbling, 'no, I'm fine', but Donna stayed right in
my face, holding me by the shoulders actually, and I really did still feel
a little light headed and puny still, kind of leaning shakily  against her
outstretched arms.  Then she just pushed me back on to the towels
stacked up on the cart, not a rough or vicious push, more like just
firmly making me lay back right across the stack of towels.  And she
grabbed another towel and started drying me off before I could think of
a way to make her stop.

I gotta admit, I'd never been in a situation like that with another girl
before, not that way without a stitch of clothing on, letting her towel me
off no less.  And I was scared at first, not of her, but of the situation,
not really wanting to know what she had in mind. Yet Donna was
pretty gentle the way she toweled me off, starting with my legs, which
were just kind of laid over the edge of the cart.  And, again, the truth
is, as she wiped down my legs, lifting each one up in turn and holding
it as she did so, she was almost massaging the tired muscles with her
fingers; and, oooh this is really hard to say, but deep down it felt good. 
My legs were tingling when she finished with them, the feeling almost
euphoric, and building in intensity, as Donna rubbed down my thighs
and calves with the towel, rubbing much longer and harder than she
needed merely to dry me off.  And I think at one point I even moaned
quietly; I was so confused, parts of me scared shitless, not so much of
the situation now, because I'd already let Donna lay me back on the
towels with little resistance or further protest, but more so of how I was
reacting to it all, why I wasn't resisting, all that stuff, and how it was
making me feel.  Yeah, I was plenty scared, but a  big part of me just
wanted to surrender to those other, more pleasurable, feelings.

And yet, despite how really good a lot of it felt, I had pretty much
decided I couldn't let this go on any longer.  I self-consciously covered
up my breasts, which I'd just left bared to that point, with a towel,
blushing quickly at how hard and distended my nipples had become.  I
started to get up, saying something like, 'I gotta go'; but Donna
suddenly got a little rougher, pushing me back, peeling the towel that
I'd used to cover up with away from my chest, and then kind of barking
down at me, 'is that all the thanks I get for helping you out and toweling
you off?'  Now I was really scared of where this was going; but, instead
of snapping back at her, I surprised myself by almost meekly
apologizing to her instead.  I didn't know what she was trying to do,
where she was headed, but I was having a hard time resisting, hard time
saying, 'no more'.

And then it pretty much got totally out of control.  Donna softened
quickly after I mumbled my apology.  She took the towel that had been
covering my chest and moved up real close to the towel cart, wedging
her legs in between mine, which were still draped over the edge of the
cart.  She leaned over me while she wiped off my stomach, arms and
then moved to my chest.  I tried to stop her when she started to dry off
my breasts, raising my arms up to push her away, pleading with her not
to touch me there. I remember feeling on one hand like an old
fashioned prude, which maybe I mostly was before then; but another,
maybe bigger, part of me felt like I imagined a cheap whore must feel ,
laying there all exposed and everything.  And I didn't even know if I
really wanted to her to stop; in fact I was almost trembling with
excitement and anticipation as I waited for that next touch on my
breasts that I pretty much knew was coming very soon.   

But, anyhow, Donna ignored my half-hearted protests of course.  She
laid the towel down over my tummy for a moment, grabbed my wrists
firmly and pushed my arms back behind my head.  As she stretched
over me, her big tits were almost touching my face for an instant. Her
nipples were taut and swollen, and looked huge dangling right over my
eyes; and down below I could feel the taut muscles in her legs pushing
against my own legs, spreading them out wide.  Gawwwd, I couldn't
believe what was happening to me, couldn't believe I was just laying
there willingly letting her do these things to me, couldn't get a handle
on just what I was feeling; but it was more raw pleasure than anything
else, if you want to know the awful truth.  So I just lay there, arms
draped behind my head, legs spread wide and still dangling over the
cart's edge, while Donna, giggling some, and almost like a curious kid,
gently squeezed my aching breasts, and even swirled her thumb right
across the hard nubs of my jutting nipples.  Forget the prude part; I
must have really looked like some cheap, slutty whore by then, felt like
one for sure; but I didn't care. I was, moaning and squirming while she
really got in to playing with my breasts.  They ached, my nipples were
rock hard, and down further her thighs felt like red hot pokers; warm
wet muscled wonders they were, turning me on something terrible as
they pushed out against my own spread legs, which were pretty much
melting away again.

I was moaning constantly, and loudly, by then, to the point where
Donna had to tell me a couple times to quiet down a bit.  But I could
barely hold it back, the moans that is, and the squirming.  I was tingling
all over, felt like I was going to have a mind blowing orgasm right on
the spot, and would have for sure if she'd even got close to my clit with
her fingers or towel, by the time she finally pulled the towel back from
my aching breasts and stepped back.  And, despite the fact I could still
feel the orgasm looming so close, maybe because of that, I think I even
felt a twinge of disappointment that that hot bod, her magic fingers,
those fantastic, sleek, muscled legs, weren't swarming all over me still. 
It was kind of like she took me so close to the edge, and then backed
off to let me linger there awhile; and, even though I'd never been with a
women before, I felt kind of cheated that she didn't take me all the way
over that edge, regardless of how embarrassing, maybe even
humiliating, that might have been in that circumstance. 

Anyhow, Donna actually apologized this time, as I recall, for getting a
little carried away.  But then she got back into it soon enough, grabbing
my arm and literally dragging me off that towel cart.  I mean I was a
real basket case, giddy, wobbly, the insides of my thighs were wet and
steaming; and my nips were still hard as rocks and twitching.  I've only
been with a few guys, sexually that is, and no women before that day;
but no guy ever turned me on, no make that turned me absolutely inside
out, like Donna did there in the locker room.  I was embarrassed to
think it then, but not ashamed to admit it now.  And I kind of
surrendered to the whole incredible moment, dropping to my knees
right in front of her.  I was trembling, shaking uncontrollably almost; I
was so turned on, and so scared still of what was happening, how I was
feeling, about everything.   

And she didn't say a word then, just handed me a towel.  Slumped
down as I was, I was staring right at those unbelievable legs.  I mean
I'm not so modest that I won't admit I've got nice legs; heck lots of
guys, and girls even, have told me that; and I've seen you staring at
them more than once in the classes we've had together, Joey, so I know
you like them pretty well.  And I gotta admit I  keep these babies in
good shape, and I'm proud of how they look.  But Donna's, my
gawwwwd; staring right at them, I couldn't help notice, for maybe the
first time ever that they were actually a little bigger and more smoothly
muscled than mine.  They were so damn sleek and  sexy it almost made
me cry just looking at them.  I mean I'd never, and I do mean never,
looked at another girl's legs in that way before; but I couldn't stop
staring at them.  They just blew me away, especially thinking back to
how those same, awesome legs had swallowed mine up late in our
match.

And then, without a word being said by either of us, I started to towel
those amazing legs off.  As I worked on each leg in turn, Donna flexed
her thighs, calves, hamstrings, really pumping them up.  I could feel the
muscles harden and bulge out; and, damn, there's no other way to put
this, it was an incredible rush feeling all that power pulsing through my
fingers.  I'm not ashamed to admit I was soon doing more massaging
and groping than actually drying with that towel.  And I almost lost it
again, right on the spot, especially when I noticed a new dampness
appearing on the insides of her heavenly thighs, and heard her sighing
above me. It was strange, still seems strange actually, but right there
and then, particularly in the position I was in, kneeling in front of her,
of all people this younger woman that had overpowered and pinned me
at the end of our wrestling match, that I was pleased, no make that
terribly aroused, by being able to pleasure her some while rubbing
down those strong, beautiful legs of hers.

Yes, it was still doing something terrible to me, terrible in mostly a
good way I mean . Donna was merely sighing appreciatively, maybe
panting just a bit, but much more in control than I was.  For I was
panting and moaning urgently, and shuddering again on the ragged
edge of you know what.  At some point, I don't really remember when,
I'd even dropped the towel and was just holding on to one flexing thigh
with my bare fingers, gasping and moaning at the electric sensations
rippling through me.  I knew I was just seconds away from that orgasm
that had been building and building inside me when Donna gently
pulled her leg back from my groping fingers, I was so lost in whatever
was taking hold of me then that I just kind of slumped forward and laid
the side of my face against her nearest leg to keep from collapsing to
the tiles, with my arms dangling by my sides now, while I tried to
recover my wits about me.  Donna was no longer flexing, but damn
those big, sexy thighs still felt so wonderful against my face, so supple
and smooth, and, relaxed as they were, terribly comforting as well right
then. 

Donna held me gently there, her hand on the back of my head, neither
of us saying a word; as I slowly drifted back from that "ragged edge". 
And then I remember this still, very clearly; Donna finally broke the
silence, patting my head and whispering, "you know it was a big turn
on working you over out on the mat; especially as I felt you give up
there at the end.  And this wasn't too bad either.  I think you liked it too,
didn't you, hun?"

I must admit, even in the state I was in at the time, that I got a little
peeved at her calling me "hun" and saying I "gave up".  I mean, here
was this young freshman, still a teenager, calling me, a 22 year old
senior about to graduate, "hun".  It didn't sound right, and I didn't like
the implication that I gave up during our match.  Even though I still felt
very vulnerable in my present condition, still kneeling in front of her
like that, and after all the other stuff that had just gone on, I pulled my
head away from her leg, tilted my head up and protested, saying
something like, "please don't call me hun; gawwd you're just a kid and
it sounds funny having some teenager call me hun.  And for your
information I didn't GIVE UP during the match!"  I could sense Donna
kind of stiffening a little as I stared up at her, and then she just pulled
my head back toward her nearest leg, held my face firmly against the
big, warm thigh muscle of hers, which was getting hard again  as her
whole body tensed up.  I was really getting nervous about the whole
situation now, more than a little afraid of what she might do to me;
because I could tell she was tensed up, and I knew, especially at that
moment, that I was  really vulnerable, that she was much stronger than
me, and might really rough me up if we were to get in a fight just then.
I was trying to think of ways to calm her down, but I was a basket case,
mute and trembling. I was shaking like a leaf, actually, hating myself
for feeling that way, but almost cowering in fright beneath her.

There was a long pause then, with neither of us saying anything; Donna
was still tensed up, and I was still trembling on my knees. Then Donna
spoke, her voice was a little edgy as I recall, fingers spread and
pressing tight against the back of my head, as she said, "listen, HUN, I
can call you anything I want.  I won, remember?  This YOUNG KID 
whupped your ass but good!  You used to the champ, but I got a real
thrill taking you down, making you QUIT!"  I was still shaking like a
leaf, almost sobbing now, unable to fathom the idea that I'd QUIT, as
Donna had implied.  And my voice was cracking, as I remember it,
when I almost whimpered back, "no no, it may have looked that way,
but, I didn't quit; it's just.."  "Just what?", Donna interrupted, and I
had to really work to choke out my reply, something like, "It's just that
I was so tired, couldn't hold you off.  I didn't quit; gawwwd, Donna,
you were just too strong for me and I  had nothing left.  Your legs
killed me"

"Kind of like they KILLED you, or rather SLAYED you, just now", I
remember her laughingly saying just then; and she softened her posture
almost instantly just as she was laughing down at me, her fingers no
longer clenched tightly against my head, even stroking my hair some. 
And I remember I stopped shaking quite so bad then, too; though I was
still afraid of her, of what she could do to me if she got mad again that
is.  I whispered back at her now, something like, "no, just now, this
was different than out on the mat".  Donna smirked down at me again,
while still stroking my hair, "yeah I guess it was. Just now my legs
simply turned you on something terrible, didn't they HUN? Out there,
on the mat, the real KILLING was done, I guess. It was more about real
power and wrestling superiority out there on the mat, wasn't it, HUN?"

I still didn't like the HUN part, but now I felt I couldn't really do
anything about it.  So I stayed quiet, nodded my head dumbly, agreeing
with her, the awful truth starting to sink in.  It really was about power
and wrestling superiority, as she had said.  I'd been whupped, pure and
simple, by a younger, better, stronger wrestler.  And yes, her legs had
turned me on something terrible, as she'd said.  My mute nod pretty
much said it all; and Donna and I both realized that.  But what I didn't
tell her, but maybe she'd already figured it out, anyhow, was that a big
part of what turned me on about her legs just then, having them pressed
up against and spreading mine out while she rubbed down my chest;
then as I rubbed those awesome legs down while she flexed the
muscles against my groping fingers; what really turned me on the
most,, if you want to know the truth, was that I remembered how those
same legs had worked me over, completely dominated my own weary
legs, at the end of our match.  So there really was  some connection
between being KILLED on the mat, and then being SLAIN in  the
locker room by Donna's awesome legs  One kind of added to the other,
if you know what I mean.  .

Anyhow, Donna continued to just hold my head tight against that big,
broad thigh of hers, her hand stroking the back of my head the whole
time; and she flexed her thigh muscle again.  And all the old stirrings,
the tingling, new wetness down in my crotch and inside my own thighs,
started up again, and I was newly slain all over again by those
incredible legs.  I mean, if she'd asked me to kiss those big, beautiful
thighs right then and there, I probably would have. As it was, Donna
just stood there, not saying a word, but I was trembling with desperate
desire as I brought both hands up and stroked the smooth, taut muscles
on the back of her leg. It was something I just had to do  At that very
moment, those damn legs were all I could think about; and I couldn't
keep my hands off them.

And when Donna  quietly goaded me, saying, "you admit it then, Jen,
even though I'm quite a bit younger than you, I am the better, stronger
wrestler, aren't I?" There was nothing more I could do or say, except to
tearfully admit, truthfully, "yes, Donna, you're stronger than me,
gawwd don't I know that now; and, yes, not just stronger, but a better
wrestler too."  There, I'd said it,  as she'd practically demanded I do..
And as soon as I said that, Joey, hanging on to her leg as I was, and
with that big, warm thigh pressed to my face; well I almost came again,
right on the spot. I was so hot and aroused by it all, by what I'd gone
through there in the locker room,  what those legs were doing to me, 
kneeling there and admitting to her that she was the superior wrestler. 
It all just about blew me away! 

Only Donna pulling away fairly quickly after I spilled out most
everything to her, saved me the embarrassment of having that massive
orgasm right in front of her. That would come later in the week, as you
know, heh heh. 
   

(Joey reconnects after Jenny's long, rambling monologue).

Needless to say I was not in too good of shape myself, trying my best
to stifle a monstrous hard-on as Jenny finished her rambling
monologue.  But I forced myself to gently ask a few questions then,
starting with, "Jenny, if you don't mind me asking, I assume then that
you were pretty much emotionally spent when you went back to wrestle
Merrie later that day; is that why she beat you so easily, or did you just
make a bad mistake?"

  Jenny laughed nervously, replied, "yeah, I guess you can say that; I
was a wreck, to put it mildly, the rest of that day.  Looking back, the
only mistake I made was thinking I could pull it together enough to
give Merrie a good match.  Obviously I couldn't, not in the condition I
was in.  I mean the loss to Donna, once it sank in, hurt bad; and then
there was all that other stuff that followed, in the locker room that is. 
Mentally I wasn't ready for such a tough match just then, really wasn't
ready to wrestle at all.  And Merrie must have realized it; she's smart
and cagey, very strong and aggressive, and technically as good a wrestler
as there is out there, including myself. I know her body may look a little chunky at the first glance, but she's got plenty of muscle beneath the padding. Especially in those big, meaty thighs of hers.

So yeah, she came right at me this time and took it to me from the opening whistle and never really gave me a chance to get it together.  And when she flipped me early in the second round, THAT was probably the first time I ever QUIT in a match.  I was so discouraged, and confused, by everything that had
gone on earlier, that I just QUIT, let myself be pinned without even
trying to get out of it.  But that was just the official end of the match.  I was pretty much beaten before we even started, yes I was."

Poor Jenny, who'd been almost sullen and non-communicative for so
many weeks after her sudden collapse in the wrestling tournament, was
suddenly talking non-stop.  I guess the wine, she was on her third or
fourth glass by then, and she wasn't normally a heavy drinker, had
something to do with that.  Anyhow, I pressed the issue some, asking,
"you said against Merrie was the first time you'd quit in a match; but
you also said Donna got into it with you about you quitting in your
earlier match with her.  Was there really a difference between the two. 
Did you really just give up against Merrie, but not against Donna?"  I
was reaching, more than I should have, into an obvious sensitive area;
and  Jenny rightfully looked a little peeved now, snapping irritably,
"Joey, I don't appreciate the tone of that question."

But then, softening, she continued, "no, to repeat what I said earlier,
and despite what Donna thought, I didn't quit against her.  Anyhow, I
know it may have looked that way, that I gave up that is, especially in
overtime; when she totally dominated me and pinned me so easily.  But
the truth is, as I told you already, she just plain BEAT ME.  She was
way stronger than me, and the better wrestler, when it counted most, at
the end.  It hurts me some still to admit that, but it's the truth.  It was
plenty humiliating, seeing it on video replays and thinking about it
later, sure it was, the way it ended that is; with me just lying there face
down, then flopping over like a ragdoll when she lifted my arm and
rolled me so easily to my back for the pin. It may have appeared that I
quit on her, but the honest to gawd truth is I had nothing left,
NOTHING!  I really was limp, a ragdoll if you must.  I had worked too
hard early in the match, trying to pin her even; that's my style you
know, going all-out for a big lead and hopefully a pin to cap another
victory.  But it didn't work against Donna, who is so strong and has
really developed so fast in her wrestling skills.  Even when I built an
early lead, in the first round as you recall, getting her in that head and
arm for a five point move, I couldn't hold the pin position, couldn't hold
her down.  She may have been the only girl I've wrestled who could
power out of that hold.  I knew then, after she did just that, escaped an
almost certain pin, that is, that she was going to be a handful.  And as
the match went on, she really was so strong it wore me out more than I
care to admit just trying to hold her down, to prevent a reversal, when I
was in the up position.  I'd pretty much figured out I couldn't pin her
by the time the third round started; then when she reversed me with a
minute left, I knew I was in trouble.  Donna was simply too fresh, too
strong down the stretch.  Her legs just killed me, took over and
dominated every move I tried to make.  When she turned me at the end
of regulation, for the two point predicament that tied the match, it was a
pure strength move that I don't think I've ever been able to manage that
late in a match myself. And that move there, not the overtime stuff that
I barely remember, except for what I've seen on video, was when she
basically finished me off.  I was so tired then there was no way I could
stop her when she just muscled me over, pure and simple; and I'd never
felt so helpless in a match before in my life than I did at that very
moment.  No, I was trying, Joey, really I was, right to the end, but  I
just got beat by a better wrestler, period."

Jenny was done talking now, for the moment, looking almost relieved
that she'd gotten this all off her chest, probably for the first time ever
since this whole bizarre sequence of events started.  I was wondering
about the video replays now, curious as to who had the video and who
had shown it to Jenny. But I decided she'd unloaded enough and I didn't
ask that question.  Yet I had to open my mouth once more, asking,
"Jenny, I don't mean to pry, but this has been bugging me for so long I
gotta ask, why did you go to the wrestling room that day, especially
after all that happened the week before?  I mean it looked like you
weren't surprised at seeing Linda there; and you knew she was probably
gunning for you; and then there was all that stuff with Donna.  I figure
that's the last place you'd want to be just then."

" I guess I could ask you much the same thing, Joey," she responded,
"but from what I've heard from around campus and saw there that day,
I've pretty much figured out on my own why YOU were there".

There was more uncomfortable squirming on my part; and once again I
was glad she didn't press that issue.  No, this day belonged to Jenny,
and she wasn't about to stop getting everything, well most everything,
off her chest.  So she continued, "well, of course, Donna called me, hit
me up with the idea of getting together, even mentioned she thought
you'd be there, and Linda too.  And maybe it wasn't the smartest thing
for me to do,  to go there that is, after everything that had happened
already.  But, because of what had happened, I wasn't really thinking
too clearly then.  I was confused, sorting a lot of things out in my head. 
Yet, even at that, my first reaction, and I told Donna this, was, no way
was I gonna do this.  But she kept pushing, but gently; she was real
accommodating mostly, encouraging even, saying as how she was
personally disappointed that she and I didn't have a chance to meet
again in the tournament final, for the championship.  She stroked me a
little bit, my ego that is, telling me that if she was going to win the
championship that week, she really wanted to beat the defending
champion, me, in the title match; and that she knew that wasn't a sure
thing, even after defeating me in the round robin.  And she said Merrie
was kind of the consolation prize as far as a finals opponent went; and
that she, Donna, really wasn't as up for that match as she would have
been for me, using that almost as an excuse for why she'd lost the
match.  She was certainly confident in herself, gave me the impression
she still thought she could beat me in a rematch; but she was pumping
me up a little too, if you know what I mean." 

I nodded. Jenny continued, "Anyhow,, like I said my head was still
swimming with a bunch of issues, the shocking loss to Donna, me
quitting in the match with Merrie later that same day, letting myself be
pinned with half the student body watching.  That was embarrassing. 
And then being a no show for what should have been my last
intramural match as a college athlete, against Linda.  And, of course,
there was all that stuff with Donna in the locker room; big confusion
there!  But still, Donna asked again if I was gonna go, to the wrestling
room.  And again I said I didn't think so.  Then she added, 'is it JJ? If it
is, don't worry, he ain't gonna be around, he's out of town the rest of the
week.'  I was kinda puzzled by the JJ reference.  Then she asked
something really strange and troubling, "are you afraid of wrestling
Linda, hun?;  or afraid of me maybe?"  Now that kind of pissed me off
and clouded my mind all at once.  As soon as I heard the HUN part and
then the word AFRAID, I had this instant flashback to me trembling on
my knees in the locker room, being both turned on as I held on to her
legs, and scared too of what she was going to do to me just then.  So
my head was really swimming when I stammered something like, 'huh?
I ain't afraid of you or Linda, or anybody else, and please don't call me
hun, for gawds sake!'  And she surprised me again, first apologizing for
the hun remark, and kind of challenged me at the same time, telling me
to show up then and prove it.  She called me Jen, then, not Hun.  I
figured by proving it she meant prove that I wasn't afraid of wrestling
Linda, wasn't afraid of confronting her either. And I said yes, just like
that; yes, I'd be there.    Oh, I had plenty of second thoughts about it,
even after that, but basically by then I kind of felt committed, Joey. 
But it wasn't really about Linda, or JJ, or even you, Joey, it was pretty
much all about Donna.  I had to show up there mostly to sort out what I
was feeling, and hopefully to prove that what happened in the locker
room was just a fluke, a passing thing that I was bound and determined
not to repeat.  So I went there that day, needing to find out a few things,
mostly about myself.

I nodded at here, took another swig and  stammered, somewhat
nervously,  "but Jen, it still bothers me that you just accepted it all so
meekly, letting Donna dominate you in the leg grappling warm-up, and
then all that stuff with Linda, her scoring all those points, putting you
in and out of pin holds and such; she and Donna just toying with you,
both on and off the mat.  Why did you let them do that stuff to you?"

Jenny shifted uncomfortably for a moment, took another big gulp of
wine, stared at me blankly, responded, "I could ask you the same thing,
Joey; not about Linda so much, but how you let Donna walk all over
you; but I imagine the answer would be about the same." Now, I was
doing the squirming, and the gulping, as she added, "anyhow, here's
how I look at it from my perspective.  I showed up there kind of
naively thinking at first, maybe wanting to believe, that it really was
going to be harmless, a fun scrimmage, maybe a way to reconnect with
the real world after being a virtual recluse most of the week. I also just
had to see Donna again, as I've said, to sort out how I was feeling about
her, maybe talk with her some.  That's why I got there early, so that we
could be alone for just a bit to hash things out, mostly about the locker
room and stuff like that.  And Donna, after she'd kind of suggested to
Liz that Liz should go wait out in the hall to let the other in, well Donna
surprised me by apologizing right up front.  She called me Jen, none of
this Hun stuff, and actually apologized for getting carried away in the
locker room.  And I apologized too; and I remember she laughed then,
said something like, 'oh right, getting on your knees and groping my
legs; well, apology accepted ,Jen, but I kinda took it as a compliment
too'.  And I remember I blushed then, but I was also pretty comfortable
with where we were at right then.  Donna even allowed as how that was
the first time for her, too; that she'd been curious, of course, but had
never done even that much before with another girl; and that she
regretted it now, that she was still pretty hung up on the guys, JJ in
particular.  I wanted to believe her, did believe her at that point."

Jenny took another gulp, continued, "so anyhow, Donna and I seemed
to be working things out between us; getting friendly being together,
but not aroused or anything; and she was the one who kind of
suggested maybe we should warm up with the legs.  I had a few
misgivings at that, but not many, and there was also a little competitive
spark left in me then. That's why I was ready to wrestle Linda for sure;
and really why I agreed to the leg wrestling warm-up with Donna as
well.  I thought I could prove myself all over again, thought that my
quickness and agility, my strengths as you know, could counter-act her
advantage in leg size and strength.  But then we peeled off our warm-
ups and got together out on the mat; and, gawwd, even that early on I
couldn't help staring at her body, hanging out of that skimpy little black
number as it was; and those gorgeous legs, of course, big distraction! 
But, despite all that, I tried to bear down, to concentrate on showing her
what I could do. Donna was nice and gentle at first, kind of like she
was during most of our little session in the locker room.  But right
away, when we started playfully tussling at first with the legs, we
weren't even keeping score in the beginning, I sensed she was getting
more aggressive, more competitive.  So I kicked in my competitive
juices as well, which I'd planned to do at some point all along."

Jenny finished her current glass; I poured her another as she continued, 
"Anyhow, we'd kind of evenly split the early leg grapples, horsing
around and all, which restored some of my confidence for sure; then
Donna suggested we keep score; first to 10, or something like that. 
And I agreed; frankly the juices, competitive and otherwise, were
starting to flow real good by then.  That had something to do with it
too, even if I was already starting to sense the danger signals.  But  I
pretty much tried to shut them out, the danger signals that is.  Believe
me, Joey, I really tried to, wanted to, win that leg contest.  But Donna
wasn't about to concede anything.  Pretty soon, we were both going at
it, hard! Gawwwd, could I feel the heat, feel the muscular tension in
both of our legs, when we first locked up for real and every time after
that for the most part.  Then, when she pushed ahead, I could tell she
was getting turned on more and more every time she got a pin down;
and I was starting to feel real weird; panicky, yet strangely turned on
too as I fell further behind. Her leg strength was starting to make a big
difference, just as it had when we wrestled; and a lot of the self
doubting, even the feelings I'd had back in the locker room earlier in
the week, were coming back.  I tried to fight through it, her, the
feelings that were flooding back through me. I mean, I was still trying,
really I was; even though her right leg was overpowering mine almost
every time at the point you and then Linda showed up and we took a
little break.  But then I got a little hopeful when we switched to the left
legs, because I'm a lefty and Donna seemed a little uncoordinated with
that leg at first.  But she adapted quickly, and pretty soon it was pure
power and aggression that did me in again, even with the left legs.  The
funny thing was, she seemed to get stronger, more aggressive when she
was aroused, and I was just the opposite. I melted.  And gawwwd, after
I'd won a couple grapples with our left legs right off, we had that long,
drawn out struggle, where I thought I had her several times; but she
wouldn't quit, kept battling back, finally taking control and then
slamming my left leg down.  And that was it! I mean that was really
IT!"

I looked at her, innocently asking, "what do you mean that was IT?" 
Jenny took a big gulp, poured herself another glass of wine, and fairly
rasped out the words this time,  "Joey, I mean I CAME right then and
there.  I couldn't handle it.  I'd given it everything I had, with my left
leg, my stronger leg, even.  But she, those legs, were just too damn
strong; she outlasted me, started to bend my leg back and down, but
slowly, too slowly, for my own good!  She knew me had me, but I
really think she was already toying with me as she slowly pressed me
down, prolonging the inevitable, enjoying it to no end; she as much as
told me that later; as I fought that losing battle, my overpowered leg
slowly collapsing beneath her mighty, more muscular leg.  My left leg was pure rubber by then, shaking and trembling uncontrollably; and I was
feeling really strange, weak and helpless, but almost giddy as well. 
And then in one big rush my leg gave way completely, slammed down
to the mat and helplessly pinned beneath hers. And I lost it too, right on the spot.  My whole body kind of shuddered and jerked, and I felt a
warm flood down in my crotch.  I was trying my best to stifle a gasp as
it happened, with my leg twitching on its own even as it lay smothered
under that big, beautiful leg of hers."

I asked, incredulously this time, "you had an orgasm, right then? I had
no idea"  She nodded, rasped again, "not the mind blowing one I had
later, mind you,  but yes, I did; and Donna, at least, realized it right
away. She was close enough to hear me stifle that gasp, and  she felt me
shudder and twitch as we lay for a moment with our legs entangled.
Then, before we untangled, she smiled at me as she lightly brushed one
hand across my left thigh and felt the hot, sticky dampness herself. 
And she whispered in my ear me before she pulled away, 'it seems you
can't handle me Hun, and, yes, this time I'm gonna make you quit, for
real!'  And she was right; I couldn't handle her! Everything kind of
flowed from there."

I was almost flowing by then, myself, my pants all tented up, manhood
twitching excitedly.  But I held it in, barely, and asked, incredulously,
"flowed from there? You mean ?"  She cut me off, "Yes, Joey,
FLOWED from there; " and then, with tears really flowing, running
down her cheek, she added, her voice catching at times, "what I mean
is, well, it was pretty much total meltdown then.  The juices were
flowing, constantly, every time she pinned my legs down from then on.
My legs were like warm mush, all slicked down and useless against her
awesome power.  She continued toying with me, holding one big leg up
there like a stone pillar, a warm, wet one at that; and my rubbery legs
pawed uselessly at her mighty legs until she decided it was time to
flatten them, again.  The last time, when it was all over, and she kind of
rolled up on top of me, pinning my whole body to the mat; and believe
me it was just short of mind blowing that time, the orgasm was, that is:,
she kept on whispering in my ear, things like, ' I think you just Quit,
Hun'; 'You're mine now, Jen'; and 'now you're going to submit,
Completely, ya horny little slut!', every time she flexed those awesome
legs against my smothered leg and pinned body.  And I could only
shudder and tremble and whimper in total surrender.  Gawwwd, Joey,
she had me, really had me, right then and there!"

I was almost crying with my luscious, vulnerable, still oh so sexy
classmate as I asked, "you mean she called you a horny little slut? And
you were okay with that, you just let her?"  "Yes, Joey", Jenny sobbed,
"besides you heard her later on when she really got worked up.  She
called you a bunch of stuff too, as I recall.  But yes, I let her call me a
slut.  And, gawwwd I really felt like one, must have looked like one
just then, too.  I mean I was laid out on my back, legs spread wide, my
crotch and thighs sopping wet, sticky and absolutely humming.  What
else would you call it?" 

I couldn't answer, really couldn't answer. But Jenny just kept pouring it
out, adding, "and that's why you saw me acting that way from then on. 
I was gone, really gone, had no resistance left, for Donna, or Linda
even.  I orgasmed almost every time Linda put me in a pin hold; and, of
course, several times when Mistress, I mean Donna, was playing with
me, and you too, after that..  Gawwd, when she held me tight and then
let me slowly slide down her muscled leg, that was it, that's when the
big one, the monster orgasm that dwarfed all those baby ones I'd had
earlier, hit me.  I was history!"

I started to ask, "Mistress?". But Jenny cut me off, snapping, "Forget I
said that, Joey, it was just a slip, okay?".  I nodded, and she continued,
"let's just say I was too far down the road by that time, if you know
what I mean.  Donna was getting rougher and more aggressive, and I
was helplessly aroused all the more by her, by the way she was acting,
by what she doing to me, dominating my every move and thought. 
Strange as it may sound,  it seemed the natural thing to do; give in, that
is. I mean my body had already surrendered, surrendered over and over
again actually, with all those small orgasms, and then the one,
monstrous one at the end.  And with my body all but owned by Donna,
really owned; I mean she totally overpowered me, could do anything
she wanted with me, and did; it was easy and natural for the rest of me,
to follow.  That day, I'm not ashamed to admit it, I completely,
willingly submitted to a stronger, superior young woman."  "And it was
pretty much all Donna, believe me" she added; "Linda was just there,
exploiting what Donna, that incredible body, those stunning legs, her
aggressiveness, even her arousal at dominating me, had opened up
inside me." 

I was all but done in, myself, now; and, thankfully, Jenny wrapped
things up by adding, "Look Joey, it was hard for me to say some of this
stuff.  And, even though I snapped at you a few times, I appreciate you
letting me unload on you some tonight; someday maybe you and I will
go over to Donna's place together, and maybe you'll understand a bit
better where I'm AT, right now; fair enough?"  I again nodded my head,
dumbstruck, virtually speechless, and aching enough to know just what
it was that Donna and Jenny apparently had going right now to know
that some day I would probably take Jenny up on her offer.  But it
wasn't going to be that day; that's for sure.  I'd squirmed enough, got
too hot and bothered already just hearing poor Jenny, still a Goddess in
so many ways to me, pour out her heart to me about all those things I'd
been wondering about, and more.

I gave her a light peck on the cheek, and left then, my own head
swimming maybe as much as poor Jenny's must have been back there
in the locker room that day, and out on the wrestling mats later that
same week.  I'd already seen my former wrestling goddess turned into a
startlingly submissive plaything for that strong, sexy Freshman, Donna,
in a matter of days; and now, months later, Jenny had finally provided a
lot of, but not all, the answers to the questions that had been bugging
me for so long.  Maybe some day I'd find out the rest.  And to do that, I realized with a gulp, I would have to go with Jenny, as she'd suggested, over to Donna's place.


(to be continued?)


***

Donna and Jenny, Part 1;
by Jobber Joe
Former campus champ, Jenny, attempts a wrestling comeback at a summer tournament


NOTE- This is the sequel to a multi-part story I posted this past December
and January at this site.  For those who have not read those stories, they
are posted in "Miscellaneous Stories 16 and 17" (last installment:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/jennydonna7.txt) under the
general title, "Jenny and Donna".  In the earlier stories, Joey, himself a
collegiate wrestler, relates the "agony" of watching his goddess of a
classmate, Jenny, an intramural wrestling champion at their college, go
down to defeat for the first time ever at the hands of a younger, stronger
wrestler named Donna.  Later stories in that earlier series relate the trials
and travails that both Joey and Jenny go through at the hands of Donna
and her friends following Jenny's first fateful defeat.  This new installment
picks up several months (in story time) after the last published story
segment noted above.  Hope you enjoy it.
Joe (jobberboy2002@yahoo.com).

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The phone call came out of nowhere from an old college pal I hadn't seen
in several months.  Todd had graduated a term ahead of me in college. 
We'd shared a few classes and some beers down at the local pub, but
weren't really good friends, just after class type acquaintances.  He'd
moved to the big city to begin his work career soon after graduating, and
we hadn't kept in touch since. So it came as a complete surprise when I
got that telephone call from him telling me in a somewhat enthusiastic, no
make that excited, voice about the summer wrestling tournament he'd
gone to after work that day.  I don't remember him being into wrestling
much when he was in college;  he was pretty much just a football and
basketball fan as I recall.  But he'd been hanging with a buddy at work
who had wrestled some in high school and was still an enthusiast; and this
buddy had coaxed him into going to watch the summer tournament.

That's where he'd apparently discovered amateur female wrestling for the
first time, and the rare pleasure of watching nubile young women going at
each other on the mats.  Now, he was asking excitedly, "hey, Joey, guess
who I saw up here?"  "Haven't a clue, I answered, quite truthfully." Todd
continued,  "well remember that hot looking babe, the wrestling chick, you
always talked about?"  "Donna?" the name tumbled out of my mouth
without even thinking. "No," Todd was saying, "that ain't her."  Of course
it wasn't.  Nobody had even heard of then wrestling newbie, Donna, at the
time Todd graduated.  She would only burst on the scene later that spring,
an upstart freshman beauty taking on and shockingly vanquishing my
senior classmate, the then undefeated intramural champion.  "Oh, I'm
sorry, Jenny, I mean," I quickly corrected myself, wondering at the same
time, "now why in the world did I just say Donna?"

Todd was rambling on at the other end of the line now, "Who the hell's
Donna? Yeah, okay, now you're talking sense, yeah, Jenny, that's the one
I'm talking about."  Instantly a slow tremor crept up my body from way
down in my crotch.  "Jenny? what the hell is she doing up there?" I
remember thinking just then.  Frankly, after all that had gone on the past
few months, Jenny's defeats by Donna, then Merrie, that humiliating
afternoon Jenny and I had both suffered through in the wrestling room at
the hands of Donna and chums, the startling revelations of a steamy locker
room scene with her and Donna that Jenny had poured out to me as we got
drunk together over a good bottle of wine earlier this summer; after all
that, the last place I expected my long time goddess to be was at or in a
wrestling tournament. 

Todd was talking again, "well you were right about this Jenny chick, Joey;
she's one hot looking babe. But, come to think of it, there is a Donna up
here as well, think she goes to our old college; and she's a real babe as
well, an incredibly hot looking babe actually."

"I don't care about Donna" not true, I did, but not in the same way I
cared about Jenny, who still unavoidably occupied much of my thoughts.
"How's she doing, Jenny I mean?"

"Well, the Jenny chick, she won last night, but her girl gave her a pretty
good tussle at that came on at the end to make it a good match. And
then I saw the last part of this Donna's match; she won too, but much
more easily than Jenny did, dominated her girl and pinned her ass even.
And man, let me tell you I think your friend, Jenny, is a pretty good
looking chick in her own right, but this other one, Donna, she's something
else, a really bitchin looking muscle babe in my book!"  He didn't have to
tell me.  I knew Jenny was great in the looks department, had been
obsessed with her for some time; and, yes, from what I remembered, and
admittedly I hadn't seen her in months, Donna was pretty hot stuff herself;
those legs, gawwwwd, I could still visualize those tautly muscled wonders
wrapped all over poor Jen, all over me for that matter that one day back in
the wrestling room!  Yeah, Donna was right up there with Jenny in the hot
babe category, but I pretended nonchalance, lying again, "I don't care
about Donna, tell me about Jenny; who did she wrestle?  What was the
girl's name?"

I was thinking, maybe Linda or Merrie, two rivals from college days, more
likely some good wrestler from the big city I'd never heard of.  Todd, after
all, had just said this girl had given Jenny a "pretty good tussle." But now
Todd was filling me in on that mystery opponent of Jenny's, "yeah, well, I
think her name was Randi, slender chick with long, lean bitchin-looking legs."

Something clicked in my mind; I asked, "Randi? dark hair? And you
said she's got long and lean, bitchin-looking legs?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up, buddy; except her hair's mostly dark, with
some blonde streaks; but you nailed it on the legs, Joey.  I mean this girl's got killer legs, best I've seen. Super hot babe. Real tall and sleek. Toned, but not too muscular. You know, slim and sporty. Serious hottie."

"Well you haven't taken a very good look at." I stopped myself in mid-
sentence, even as visions of Donna's incredible, smoothly muscled
beauties flashed across my mind.  Flashing back to Todd's description of
Jenny's mystery opponent, Randi, if this was the girl I knew of with the
same name, her legs were plenty hot in their own right.  But no, this
couldn't possibly be Randi M.  She was a fluffy bimbo rally girl type, not much of a jock, though she was did do some sports and looked toned enough. Sure she had great legs, and wasn't afraid to flaunt them; but the only athletic thing I'd long imagined she'd done with those "killer legs" of hers was wrap them around some beefy football player during an after-game motel fling. And not to make them tap to a body-scissor, either. No, she wasn't a jock, and those sleek and slender, drop dead gorgeous legs of hers still couldn't hold up against Donna's smoothly muscled beauties, or even Jenny's for that matter, at least in my humble view.

My idle reverie was abruptly broken by Todd's voice breaking in again.
"Haven't taken a good look at WHAT?"  Todd sounded agitated, no doubt
wondering at my rambling, sometimes halting, conversation.

"Never mind, forget I said that, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever, Joey," he responded, even as something else clicked in
back there in my addled brain.  "You said this girl, this Randi chick, gave Jenny a pretty good match then?  But Jenny won easily enough?"  "I never said 'easily', Joey," Todd patiently explained.  "Your girl looked like she was the better wrestler, knew more holds and moves and stuff; but she got real tired in the final few minutes."  I broke in on his rambling conversation this time, objecting, "she AIN'T my girl, Todd, just a friend from college." 

"Yeah, whatever, Joey," he responded, "your FRIEND from college who
isn't your girl, but who you talked obsessively about most anytime I was
around you, well that girl who was just your so-called casual friend named Jenny was in a pretty good match with this Randi chick."  His sarcasm was certainly not appreciated, but I mostly kept the quick resentment to myself, adding, "Well, I'm glad my FRIEND, Jenny, got the win." 

"Yeah, I'm sure she was pretty relieved at the end as well, Joey," he
retorted; then continued,  "I mean your friend was plenty tired by then,
Joey, believe you me.  I mean she had a good lead and everything; but she looked gassed.  And this other girl, Randi, well, she reversed Jenny early in the 3rd period and was on top the rest of the way."  "She rode her out, you mean?" I interjected.  "Didn't just ride her out, Joey," he continued, "gawwd toward the end there the Randi chick had those long, luscious legs wrapped all over your girl; and she was really stretching her out. Jenny just kinda lay there, gasping, looking all worn out, but still quite sexy if you know what I mean".  I knew exactly what he meant, had seen enough of poor Jen in her vulnerable, oh so sexy,  "girl toy" persona against Donna and company.

Todd continued, "yeah, Joey she was all wrapped up by that other chick's
hot legs and going nowhere; and then she turned her to her back."  "Say
what?" I exclaimed, really puzzled now, "who turned who?"  Todd was
getting a little impatient, responding tersely, "how many times to I have to explain this, ya idiot?  Your girl was clearly out of gas and going nowhere between those sizzling hot legs of that Randi chick gawwwd, Joey, I'd never seen anything so exciting as that and then just before the buzzer sounded, Randi got her in  one of those what do you call it? oh yeah, she got her in one of those nelson holds and turned her to her back Jenny could hardly resist her by then, just rolled right on over with barely a struggle. Randi didn't pin her, but came damn close.  The ref was down on his knees and everything, checking Jenny's shoulders. I really thought she was pinned, but the match ended and he gave some points to the Randi chick; and that was that. So Jenny won, but not before almost losing it all there at the end."

I was almost losing it myself, visualizing the almost ludicrous scene that Todd was describing; of this Randi girl; and I gotta admit the only image I could conjure up at all was of the fluffy bimbo rally chick from college, as ridiculous as that seemed, putting it to my long-time goddess at the end, indeed, as Todd had described it, rolling the almost unresisting former campus champion to her back.  I swallowed hard at the ridiculous image, even as I grew hard down below just thinking about Jenny barely holding off being pinned by this leggy bimbo, whoever she was.  I hung up the phone not long afterward, deciding on the spot I had to get up there to check this out myself.

Todd had confirmed that this was a 3 day tournament, starting Friday
evening and continuing with the remaining preliminary matches on
Saturday, followed by finals on Sunday.  I took off for the big city as
quickly as I could pack a small overnight bag, booking myself for two
nights into a budget motel not far from the community college where the
tournament was being held.

Next morning I ventured over there before matches were to begin,
checking the women's brackets immediately.  My heart dropped almost
into the pit of my stomach as I looked at Jenny's round robin group and
saw, indeed, that the Randi Todd had talked about and the bimbo
cheerleader, Randi M., from college were one and the same.  Impossible to think about, but there it was up on the board.  My mind raced back to
Todd talking about the end of that match, telling me how Randi had those
long, lean legs of hers wrapped all over my seemingly exhausted former
classmate. I shuddered at the implausible image.  The score staring me in the face right now told much of the rest of the story of that match, with Jenny winning by a 12 to 7 decision. It meant she probably started fast, had Randi in plenty of trouble, maybe a few pin holds in the early periods, building a big lead, but for some reason failing to actually score a fall over the leggy cheerleader.  And there it was still staring back at me 7 points for the bimbo, 5 off the final period reversal and near fall Todd had so excitedly described for me. made an otherwise easy victory for Jenny look much closer in the final tally; as apparently it was.  I shuddered again at the mental image of a spent Jenny letting herself be turned by the slender cheerleader, then wearily struggling to stave off a shocking pin at Randi's hands.  It still seemed so ludicrous to even think about, but it had to be true. 

I finally forced my attention away from troubled, imagined scenes of that match I didn't see, soaking in more information from Jenny's bracket.  This was a pretty standard format for summer tournaments like these.  I'd been in a few myself during my collegiate days.  The tournaments were open to all amateur wrestlers of any age.  There usually were a few older wrestlers around, but most of the competitors were college age or even some of the better high school wrestlers in the region, many working on conditioning and sharpening their skills or wrestling resumes for the coming season.  Typical of such tourneys, there were 16 competitors in the women's under 150 pound competition, grouped in 4 groups of 4 for round robin preliminaries, with the two top wrestlers from each round robin group advancing to Sunday's finals.  Donna's name was up there all right; from Todd's rapt description of a "bitchin lookin muscle babe" who was also a damn strong wrestler, I had pretty much known, even before looking at the brackets, it had to be her. She was in another of the four woman brackets; and I didn't recognize any of her foes.  There was no sign of Linda and Merrie, two other recent nemeses of my long-time goddess.

Jenny's match against Randi had been the first of three preliminary
matches for each girl.  They would each wrestle twice more on this day to determine who would go on to the finals from the bracket.  In the other first round match, a girl named Shelli had decisioned somebody named Tonia by a score of 10-4.  Jenny would wrestle this Tonia in the morning match, then, several hours later, the Shelli girl.  I assumed, off first round results, that Jenny's only real competition in the bracket would come from Shelli.  Before the morning matches began, I gathered as much information as I could about the other two girls in Jenny's bracket.  Turns out Tonia was a college student in the big city.  It wasn't clear what wrestling experience she had, though Todd's buddy, the resident wrestling expert, thought he'd remembered seeing her in a few summer tournaments the last few years.  Apparently, he wasn't that impressed with her wrestling ability, even though he said she was pretty good-sized and seemed strong enough.

The other girl, Shelli, though, was somewhat of a local legend in female
wrestling in the big city, and she was still in high school. I think I heard she was about to enter her senior year, and was already a two time state prep champion in the lightweight girls division.  From all accounts she was maybe about Jenny's size, possibly a bit lighter, but very quick, agile, and exceptionally skilled for her age. Todd's buddy knew all about Jenny, of course, and quite a bit about this high school wrestler, Shelli; and he thought Shelli would give Jenny a very good match when they met later that day.  He'd been as surprised as I was now that Randi, who he didn't know, but judged to be visibly inexperienced, had hung in so well against Jenny the day before.  Still, Todd's buddy, though noting Jenny's apparent lack of conditioning, had passed her less than overwhelming victory over Randi off to more the "rustiness" factor than anything else.  This was, after all, the first "official" wrestling action anybody, including myself, had seen Jenny in since her disastrous losses in our school's spring tourney.  I could only hope it was just rust, as he said, and not the lack of prime conditioning, possibly something more than that even, like shot confidence perhaps, which I also suspected.

Todd and his work buddy were nowhere to be seen as I finally sat down in
the bleachers awaiting Jenny's morning match.  I learned later they had
opted to watch the "bitchin lookin muscle babe", Donna, who apparently
was clear over on the other side of the gym, instead. Donna had that effect on people, I had to admit.  But I wasn't going anywhere, my loyalties, and concerns, centering squarely on Jenny.  Soon enough, Jenny and this Tonia came out for their match.  Jenny's face looked a little fuller than I remembered, but I wasn't really surprised, no make that disturbed, until she peeled off her warm-ups to reveal a clearly heavier version of the sleek, sculpted goddess I ogled for so long during our college years.  Oh, she was still plenty sexy, don't get me wrong.  But she'd put on a good ten pounds, maybe more, since I'd last seen her very early that summer.  And it wasn't muscle.  Her hips were rounder and softer, the thighs as well, and her once taut, flat tummy had the slightest jiggle to it as she moved.  Mind you she wasn't fat by any means, just not quite the chiseled athletic goddess I remembered. Her still beautiful body was now filled out with softer, and less muscularly defined, lines than before. I was starting to get worried about her physical conditioning.  She clearly wasn't in prime shape; this had to be the reason she looked so gassed to Todd the day before.

My newly softened goddess and the other girl, Tonia, a pretty big, well-
built and frankly quite attractive blonde, were now out on the mat, getting ready to begin their match.  There was a distinct size difference between them, Tonia having at least 2 to 3 inches in height and maybe 10 pounds or so on Jenny, even with the added pounds Jenny carried. Much of it seemed to be in the blonde's sizable rack and full, meaty butt. Oh yeah, she had a serious hourglass shape going on. On a closer look, Tonia was indeed a real looker; pretty face, nice if not great legs, definitely thick and strong-looking down there, and all over for that matter, though she didn't seem to carry herself with the athletic grace that Jenny always exuded. Just by the way she carried herself and showed off that beautiful, curvaceous body of hers, waving to a sizable group of male, and female, friends in the bleachers while stretching and warming up, I pictured her as more of a preppy, sorority chick type, something Jenny, despite her "big girl on campus" reputation, never had much inclination to be.

So it was the big, curvy and quite good-looking blonde against a somewhat heavier version of my goddess of a former classmate.  And I have to admit on the basest level it was good to see Jenny out on the mat again.  To my eyes, despite the added pounds and softened shape, she remained sexy as hell, and arguably had a more feminine and womanly look than before. She still moved with that familiar athletic grace, displaying good quickness and agility, anticipating her opponent's moves as they began their match. Yet there was something else missing, the old fire and determination clearly not what it used to be. It was almost like she was hesitant, unsure of herself, lacking confidence in her considerable wrestling ability. Several times she had good  opportunities in the early going against the slower footed blonde, but backed off well short of a legitimate takedown effort. And when she finally did shoot all the way in for a double takedown attempt, dropping to her knees as she dove in with textbook form, she got her arms slung around the upper part of Tonia's thick legs okay; but then didn't continue driving forward to cleanly finish the takedown. I think I stifled a small groan of alarm right about the same time I could hear Jenny grunting down on the mat as Tonia predictably sprawled out over her somewhat tentative takedown attempt, the blonde's beautiful, strong legs stretching back, loosening, then too easily shedding Jenny's faltering grip.  In another moment the blonde had spun around my former classmate, claiming the takedown instead on a powerful counter move; and just like that Jenny found herself down 2-0.  I groaned quietly to myself as I saw my struggling "goddess" yield the first points of this match, even as I felt a familiar tightening down in my groin; the sight of this once great mat champion falling behind early both alarming and perversely arousing at the same time.

And, obviously winded from the failed takedown attempt, Jenny wasn't
going anywhere any too fast, the well-built blonde working the ride from
on top, using her big, meaty and strong-looking legs, that all-woman body, and busy arms to keep the smaller brunette within her control.  Jenny, for her part, looked strangely overwhelmed by her bigger foe, making few inspired efforts to wriggle free of Tonia's clutches this opening period.  Then with time running down, and Jenny hanging her head, breathing hard from struggling yet again to push up to all fours beneath Tonia's clinging ride, the sexy blonde quickly broke Jenny down again with a leg hook and back straddle and pushed into a half nelson as the smaller brunette desperately tried to fight her off, but slowly yielded, rolling up to one hip and slipping back toward the mat. Jenny's shoulders were briefly tilted toward a near fall position; but the embattled brunette managed to scoot over the end line at just about the same time; so there were no points scored by Tonia; and they re-started at the center of the mat, where the blonde easily rode her winded foe out to the bell.

So it remained 2-0 at the break between periods, with Tonia dominating
with a strong ride from on top after scoring that countering takedown
midway through the period.  And Jenny looked much too worn out for
merely two minutes of action.  I watched her there as they wandered back
to the center circle, both girls sweating and breathing hard, but Jenny with head hanging low while Tonia managed to even crack a weak smile; and I knew Jenny was "in tough" this match.

Before her shocking collapse versus Donna fully half a year ago now,
Jenny was renowned as a strong, superior wrestler from on top, often
riding her opponent into near submission with her strong legs and even stronger will.  Donna, of course, with those amazing muscular legs of her own, had first neutralized, then broken the tiring Jenny's physical hold on their match, and soon enough all but broken her indomitable will as well.  Tonia didn't appear as physically talented or brawny as Donna, looking more curvy than ripped, but the big blonde certainly hadn't given poor Jenny much chance to re-assert herself in the opening period; and, in fact, had turned the tables with a strong ride from on top herself.  I knew Jenny had to somehow reclaim some of that imposing will and aura of dominance she once displayed, and that Donna had so quickly, stunningly ripped away from her, if she was to have any chance at all; and I was relieved to see her, given the choice, take the "UP" position, as said, usually her strength.

So they began again, but with Jenny visibly struggling just to hold the
bigger girl down right from the get go.  Tonia may indeed have been an only moderately athletic sorority chick, but she was a rugged foe and could no doubt sense Jenny's struggles from on top. And the blonde used her size and strength to power into a quick stand-up attempt that Jenny barely blocked, just managing to run her foe over the end line before Tonia could work herself free.  But, on the restart, Tonia, displaying some pretty good wrestling instincts of her own, went right to a sit-out reversal, her big, strong legs powering away from Jenny's clutching fingers as she spun around for the 2 point reversal and now a 4-0 lead.  Alarmingly, Jenny had held her ride for less than a half minute. And now Tonia was back on top; and, even though obviously winded from the quick burst in reversing my "goddess", was able to use that big, beautiful, and plenty strong enough body to keep control of things again.

Jenny looked passive, intimidated even, by Tonia's size and aggressiveness; and the former campus champion was doing less to try to escape this period than she had in the first stanza. I thought maybe her lack of match conditioning was already hindering her.  She was in a real struggle, clearly, trailing 4-0 with the second period winding down, and with Tonia, so far, having her way quite easily. It didn't look good for my "laboring goddess."

Yet suddenly she turned back the clock, however briefly, to the glory
days, first managing to force a restart by scooting over the end line under Tonia's clinging ride.  The blonde was really sucking air and breathing heavily now; but so was Jenny.  Yet she pulled her head up determinedly, showing more "fire" than I'd seen in some time, surged into a nifty stand-up escape at the referee's restart whistle, and just as quickly turned and swept the lumbering bigger girl into a head-and-arm throw.  Tonia clumped down to the mat, her head snared by Jenny's arms, Jenny twisting her foe's shoulders toward the mat, holding them there, inches away from a pin, for excruciating seconds. But she couldn't quite finish the job, Tonia holding on grimly, and now fighting back, slowly twisting into Jenny, and pulling her shoulders up off the mat.  Jenny dug in, but the blonde whipped that shapely, strong body to and fro, loosening Jenny's grip, then wriggled around enough to pull her head free and slide behind the groaning brunette for a reversal.  In just seconds Jenny had gone from nearly scoring a pin to letting Tonia get back on top of her.  The two tired beauties struggled wearily the remaining 20 seconds or so to the second period bell, with the referee signaling 6 points for Jenny on her escape, takedown and near-fall, and 2 more points for Tonia with this latest reversal.

Somewhat amazingly, given the big riding time advantage Tonia still held, Jenny, displaying mat savvy when skill and conditioning, her usual
strengths, were not enough, had knotted the match at 6-6 going into the
final period.

But would it be enough? I wondered.  Tonia had the UP position to start
the final period; and even though Jenny had fought back into the match,
she had spent much of the first two periods struggling futilely, at times listlessly, under Tonia's strong ride.  And sadly, as I watched this third round unfold, I soon realized little, really, had changed.  Sure, Jenny had drawn in to a tie with that nifty 6 point move late in the second period; and seemed to have a legitimate shot now at winning this thing after all.  But the adrenaline surge that had spiked her brief rally was gone, dying quickly; and now she looked more like she was already soundly beaten, head down, groaning, as Tonia muscled her around the mat.

To be truthful, both girls were plenty tired at this point, their sleek bodies shimmering in all-over sweat, movements clumsy and slowed.  I expected that this was pretty much the norm for Tonia, a big and strong girl for sure, yet not real graceful.  But to see Jenny, normally such a keen competitor, acting like this, head down, clearly gassed and going nowhere, was startling to say the least.  I mean this match was officially still tied, and the blonde was doing little more than just wrapping her arms around and laying that thick, beautiful body over Jenny, pushing the smaller brunette around and eventually down to the mat beneath her every time Jenny managed to struggle up to all fours beneath the draped blonde.  Tonia was clearly pretty winded, and not able to do much more than that, sucking big gulps of air while moving sluggishly as she lay on top of her face down rival; yet my long time goddess, far from taking advantage, pushing her own tired body into escape or reversal attempts in an effort to forge a lead, was pretty much just stalling, riding out the round, trying to keep from giving up any more points as opposed to actively working to take the lead.  And her inactivity on the bottom let Tonia catch her second wind much easier and faster than the blonde would have otherwise. 

With maybe just over a minute left, Tonia, had, indeed, caught her breath, was still on top controlling things, and was becoming more active again; in a word, Jenny wasn't; wasn't trying to win or even move much beneath the blonde's clinging ride.  I was shocked, numbed, and yes, perversely aroused all at the same time, rock-hard down below, a sweetly tormented ache enveloping me while I watched my disheartened, shockingly vulnerable goddess  "stall out" the final period. 

Or at least she apparently thought she could stall out to the final buzzer.  Perhaps realizing that Jenny had little or nothing left no energy even less spirit, the curvy blonde, having caught her second wind, began pressing for the go-ahead points and maybe more, breaking Jenny down quickly the few times her smaller foe managed to slither back up to all fours; Tonia continued to really work the arms and legs from on top until my former classmate just lay there face down, no longer even attempting to get her knees under her, indeed merely twisting to keep her balance and keep from being turned by the bigger girl. 

The ref had seen this before, though undoubtedly never with Jenny if he'd ever officiated at one of her collegiate matches, finally pointing one hand at Jenny, issuing her a stall warning, to my memory perhaps the first time that this former college champion had ever been warned for stalling.  Action didn't restart on a mere warning; and Jenny, reacting weakly to the stall warning, still labored sluggishly as she slowly pushed to all fours, dutifully trying to fool the ref into thinking she wasn't really stalling.  It was a brief, faltering effort though, Tonia just as quickly grabbing one of her arms and pushing poor Jen face down yet again.  Jenny just lay there, flattened out, sucking air, groaning softly, as the big blonde stayed on top of her, her thick, beautiful thighs wrapped all around her rival, dominating Jenny's tanned, trembling, stretched back legs, while Tonia worked for a half nelson, tugging on Jenny's left arm, which was extended out to the brunette's side.  When Tonia's grip on Jenny's sweaty bicep slipped away and the blonde paused briefly, taking a big gulp of air before resuming her attack, Jenny made absolutely no move to pull the arm out of the way. Seeing this, the ref, running out of patience with my unresponsive "goddess", quickly slapped another stall warning on her; one more call and Tonia would be awarded points for Jenny's now blatant stalling tactics.

Yet even now Jenny reacted but tepidly to this second warning, groaning
wearily as she slowly slithered up to a semi-crouch beneath her blonde
antagonist when Tonia took a short blow to catch her breath.  It was a
woefully weak effort to show she had something left; but it at least staved off a humiliating stalling point being awarded her blonde rival, for the moment.  But Tonia, seeing Jenny lowering her head, just crouching there, spent and vulnerable, quickly sucked my exhausted and disheartened former classmate into a far cradle, locking arms around Jenny's head and far leg, rocking her to her back, holding her there for several seconds in near fall position before Jenny, kicking weakly against the pin hold while squirming desperately, just managed to slide one nearly flattened shoulder over the end line at the edge of the circular mat. 

The referee pulled the tangled duo apart, signaling a 3 point near fall for Tonia, who smiled wanly as she staggered up to her feet, breathing hard, large firm breasts heaving beneath her sweat-soaked white top, and
wobbling a bit while wandering back to the center of the mat.  Jenny,
however, was all but done, just lying there for agonizing seconds, that
beautiful body still twisted in the cradle pin position, left leg sticking straight out, right leg, the one wrapped up in Tonia's cradle lock just a few seconds before, remaining cocked at the knee, tanned thigh muscle jiggling with rubbery exhaustion.  She was gaping for big ragged gulps of air, her blue clad chest heaving as she lay there, one arm slung over her pretty face.

As I said, she was pretty much DONE; and I was almost there myself,
though in a decidedly different way, if you know what I mean, squirming
in exquisite agony while watching all this, my rock hard member straining at its denim restraints.  I bit my lip to stave of the sensations even as I unavoidably kept my eyes peeled on my splayed "goddess" down there at the mats edge. 

The ref was leaning over her now, probably telling her she needed to get
up and make some attempt to get back to the center circle for a restart. 
But Jenny's fight was OVER!  This once proud athletic beauty, who for so
long could not be beaten; no, make that refused to be bested or beaten by anybody, had now basically flicked it in with maybe a half minute still left in the match.  She was so tired, so discouraged, so clearly beaten in both body and spirit, that she labored just to roll over and push up shakily to all fours, finally beginning to crawl slowly toward Tonia, who was patiently waiting on her knees at the center of the mat.  The referee looked concerned at first, then merely peeved as Jenny's halting, lurching crawl slowed and ground to a stop still 5 or 6 feet away from the blonde.  He urged her on, telling her in a somewhat irritated voice, "you gotta keep moving, Blue". That was his mat name for the blue clad brunette. Tonia, clad in white shorts and sport bra, was, of course, White to the ref.

Jenny, head down, still gulping big ragged gasps of air, nodded mutely between gulps, but listlessly moved but a halting foot or so further forward before slowing again.  The ref had seen enough, raised his right arm, the index finger extended signifying a point being awarded, pointed
accusingly at my slumped "goddess", and ritually intoned, "that's stalling on Blue one point, White!"  It was a new, humiliating low point for this once proud champion, having been repeatedly warned; and now finally forced to concede a stalling point.

Mercifully the ref held off docking her more stalling points as she slowly crawled the remaining distance to the center circle.  She was now down 10-6; and she, and everybody else still watching the match, knew the gig was up. Tonia smiled broadly as she settled in over her kneeling foe, seemingly oblivious to, or totally unaffected by, the knowledge that she was about to defeat a "legend" in the sport in this state.  As for me, I was still squirming in torment, hard as a rock, felt like I was about to cum all over myself, knowing that Jenny was going down to defeat AGAIN but hoping against hope she could last out the final 30 seconds or so and escape the further humiliation of being pinned.  It was like deja vu, a nearly identical feeling as when I watched poor Jenny, then still the undefeated champion, go into overtime against Donna months earlier. I hated myself for doing so, but couldn't peel my eyes away from the scene down there on the mat.  From my vantage point, the only humane thing for Tonia to do, given Jenny's great legacy as a former college champion, was to just let time expire and take her decision victory.  But Tonia, of course, had little reason to even concern herself with any so-called legacy Jenny carried with her, even if she knew about it.  The big, strong blonde was a competitor after all, and she knew only that a pin would give her an important extra point in the round robin standings.  So she was going for it, clearly.  And, to be perfectly honest, I would have as well, if I'd been in her position.

Not surprisingly, it was over quickly.  As I've said, Jenny was DONE. She was completely spent, legs and arms quaking with muscular exhaustion as she crouched there, dutifully awaiting the restart.  But, more alarmingly, she was utterly spiritless, didn't even fight  with any degree of tattered pride to stay off her back in the final 30 seconds.  Tonia broke her down with ridiculous ease, Jenny emitting a weak cry of utter helplessness and meek submission to a stronger, superior foe as she collapsed face down beneath the surging blonde.  Then Tonia just as quickly muscled the unresisting brunette over to her back with a simple half nelson, poor Jenny flopping over like a limp ragdoll, letting out with another feeble little groan of abject surrender while Tonia set her up for the pin.  The shapely blonde settled in over my beaten "goddess" with a devastating leg grapevine after turning Jenny's shoulders toward the mat, Tonia's big, meaty legs wrapped all over Jenny's weakened, overwhelmed counterparts, stretching them out, stretching Jenny out, plastering her shoulders to the mat.  Jenny gave out an even louder cry of total surrender, "gawwwwd, noooo," her pinioned body jerking suddenly and then trembling and shuddering visibly beneath the covering blonde as the ref quickly slapped the mat next to her flattened shoulder blades. 

And just like that it was over, poor Jenny  spread like a sacrificial lamb beneath that big, beautiful blonde and rudely pinned with just seconds left in the match.  Jenny's almost sweetly tormented little cry at the end there, the involuntary jerking of her pinioned body, was too eerily reminiscent of her steamy meltdown in the wrestling room months ago, her over-wrought body shuddering and jerking almost endlessly while being worked over by both Donna and Linda that memorable day.  Somehow I instinctively knew it was the same kind of thing here, not to say that I was in much better condition.

When they untangled finally after the fall, Tonia wobbled some while
getting to her feet, panting a bit; but she also had a wide, if tired, grin on her face.  Jenny, however, just lay on the canvas, that still stunning, if newly softened, body shuddering and trembling, chest heaving with big rasping gulps of air.  With a weary groan she soon enough turned over to one side, lying on one hip, facing away from the bleachers.  She still looked so incredibly sexy, yet so startlingly lost and vulnerable, that delicious body sweat-soaked and shimmering, those sleek shapely legs stretched lifelessly across the mat, that I just wanted to rush to the mat and pick up my limp goddess, comfort her. But of course that was impossible.  I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon or fast, what with a still raging boner; and, of course, there were still the formalities at matches end to complete.

Speaking of which, the referee and Tonia were waiting for Jenny at the
center of the mat, the raising of the victor's arms by the referee being held up until Jenny could join them. But, like me, my defeated goddess clearly wasn't getting up and moving any time soon, that luscious body still splayed listlessly as she lay on one hip.  The referee finally moved over, peering down at Jenny, talking quietly with her. I could see her shaking her head wanly, almost crying it seems, though I couldn't be sure. In any event, he returned to Tonia, who'd been standing somewhat self consciously by herself at mid-ring all this time, and, sans Jenny, ritually raised the grinning blonde's near arm up to signify her victory even as the vanquished brunette finally began to slowly crawl off the mat, shoulders sagging, head drooping. 

Gawwwd how I ached for her then, still wanting to go to her side, comfort and console her; though I remained temporarily indisposed myself, fearing an embarrassing explosion down below if I dare move just then.  Then, even as I watched and ached for poor Jenny, I saw those other gorgeous legs slide into view, not Randi's slinky pair, but Donna's; the sexy, strong-legged young brunette, all sweaty and full of herself, a towel slung carelessly over one shoulder, walking right up and putting an arm briefly around Jenny's slumped shoulders as she leaned over and said something quietly to my former classmate, who by this time had managed to make it off the mat and was sitting on a bench, slowly pulling on her warm-ups.  As I watched dumbfounded, I saw Jenny struggle to control a quick, body shaking sob and then lean into the younger brunette as if craving her comfort and support, nodding her head while Donna pulled her arm away at length, only to give the older girl a gentle slap on the back as she moved off.

Then Donna looked up, her eyes meeting mine; smiling, she headed up the
bleachers right toward me.  I was frozen in place, panicky, breaking out in a cold sweat, as she stepped to the bench just below me and quipped, "hey, nice to see you again, Joey". I didn't respond, couldn't respond actually, was tongue-tied while gaping shamelessly at that glistening body, those unbelievable, taut and powerful-looking legs.  I hated myself for doing so, but I simply couldn't help staring at her, my eyes wandering up and down every delicious inch of this new "wrestling goddess."    I gulped, feeling my ever unruly member stiffening anew, thinking to myself, "my gawwwd, she must have put on at least 5 pounds since I last saw her," which was some months back, not long after the wrestling room episode actually. 

But, unlike Jenny's added pounds, which gave my former classmate a
somewhat softer, rounder look, it was all muscle with Donna; smooth,
sleek, sexier than hell muscle, and in all the right places. Her biceps were bigger than I remembered, and those magnificent thighs were even more muscularly defined than before. This stunning young woman must have
been hitting the weights with religious fervor over the last half year. Donna hadn't lost any of her curves, either, her pert, firm boobs still looking quite sizable on her frame, while her butt, with the bigger glutes, actually seemed even fuller and rounder than I'd remembered.  She was truly a GODDESS, or, as friend, Todd, had enthused over the phone to me, "one bitchin lookin muscle babe", all taut and shimmering, sexy, strong yet shapely body and impossibly sculpted legs staring me right in the face. 

Somehow it had seemed like an eternity with me shamelessly ogling her
hot body, and her just standing there silently after greeting me; but it
probably was just a few seconds at most.  Now, she chirped again, "I
guess you're happy to see me too, hee hee, that long, dumb stare and all."

"Guess you like what you're seeing here," she added, while driving me to
utter distraction by idly patting one big, beautiful, sweaty thigh.  I nodded at her dumbly, self-consciously pulling my legs together so as to better hide the embarrassing bulge down in the crotch of my jeans.  If Donna noticed anything unusual, she hardly betrayed any surprise, still full of herself, chirping, "did you hear about my match?".  I shook my head; she continued on, more than willing to talk about herself, how great she was, all that stuff.  "Well," she said, "of course I won again, got another pin." And then, "too bad about poor Jen; I know she really wanted to do well in this match; but that blonde bitch is just too big and tough for her... pretty hot looking as well, if you ask me.  From what I hear, Jen just wasn't strong enough to hold her off. Or maybe she got too distracted by that big beautiful bod... the blondie does have some serious curves on her, hee hee. Maybe it's a little of both? You of all people know what a horny little bitch your girlfriend is."

"She ain't a horny little bitch," I angrily retorted, "and she ain't my
girlfriend!"  "You don't like girls, then, Joey, is that it? You know, funny thing is I think your little girlfriend kind of digs hot chicks like that Tonia bitch she just wrestled; and, of course, me too.  You might say she can't stand the HEAT our strong, shapely and sexy bods give off, hee, hee; and neither can you, obviously."  She was staring straight at my crotch; she knew.  Now I was really pissed, not to mention horribly embarrassed. Parts of me wanted to crawl into the nearest hole, or, given present circumstances, under the bleachers; instead the other part of me snapped back, "look, lay off, will you; Jenny isn't my girlfriend.  But I like girls just fine."  "And so
does she, Joey," Donna responded sweetly, just not content unless she got the last word in.  I gave up trying to argue pointlessly, stayed mum this time, seething inside in more ways than one.

Donna edged closer, fairly purring now, instantly changing, as is her wont, from irritating braggart to seductive tormentress, looking straight into my eyes while coyly lifting one leg, pushing with her shin up against my drawn together legs, too easily spreading them slightly as she worked that heavenly leg up the inside of my levi clad thighs.  I knew I should try to pull away, but couldn't, feeling powerless to stop this bold, sexy, predatory "muscle babe" as she worked her way up my trembling legs, her velvety touch sending electric sensations throughout my shuddering body. I stifled a small groan as I felt her shin bone push right up against my rock hard bulge. She probably only held it there for maybe two, three seconds; but those were the longest few seconds I'd endured in quite some time. I bit my lip to try to stave off the unavoidable, surging arousal. 

Mercifully, she pulled her leg back soon enough; but I was hardly out of
danger, since she still kept her foot resting on the bench seat directly
between my spread legs; if she made any further move in the direction of
the raging excitement down in my crotch, I'd be a goner for sure.  She
kept me in this electric suspense for a long, tormented moment, still all full of herself, her wondrous body, magnificent "killer" legs literally right in my face, smiling sweetly down at me now, "mmmm, I'll take that as a compliment, Joey, that little salute you're offering up down there, that is;" and then, "guess you do like girls after all, heh heh, seeing as how your little pecker is so hopelessly devoted to my hot bod."  "But you know what?" she added, "your little slutty friend is pretty devoted to this bod too!"  I squirmed uncomfortably, mute and trembling, wondering, but not really wanting to know the whole naked truth, about what she meant by that comment; or what she had going with Jenny in general.  She continued, almost nonchalantly adding, "and from the looks of the poor thing after getting pinned just now, seems like that blonde bitch, Tonia, got the little slut all hot and bothered as well." 

I started to protest now, stammering haltingly, "she isn't a a slut!" 
"All evidence to the contrary, Joey," Donna quickly retorted; and then,
"anyhow, I don't really give a rip what you think, Joey.  I know a slut
when I see one and, believe me, your Jen's a horny little slut used to be a so-called wrestling champ, hah but look at her now, all worked up
over getting whupped AGAIN!"  I was really seething by this point, but
stayed mute and trembling, as she'd pushed her lower leg up past my
knees yet again, her warm, wonderful limb fairly burning a desperate
tormenting ache throughout my trembling body as she laid it right up
against my levi clad calf.  She kept it there for a few more tortuous
seconds before finally stepping back, turning quickly on those impossibly sculpted, all-woman legs and heading off, throwing a little flirtatious final jibe my way, "better go change those pants, big guy ahem, you got a little embarrassing stain down below hah hah, you and little slutty Jen are SO MUCH ALIKE."

I stared after her, at once both angered and hopelessly enraptured, my eyes admittedly fixated on the most extraordinary pair of legs I'd ever had the privilege of ogling. Forget Jenny's gems, Tanya's big, meaty thighs or even Randi's lean and sexy killer-legs; Donna's fantastic stems were the BEST OF THE BEST!  I finally pulled my gaze away from those muscled beauties, feeling drained, almost emotionless all of a sudden.  The quick anger I'd felt just a moment ago had dissipated just like that.  Donna was gone, out of my sight finally; and Jenny had left for the dressing room sometime before that.  I never did get a chance to go talk to her.  I took a quick, furtive glance down at my crotch now.  The excitement had subsided slightly, my pants no longer tented up; but the small stain Donna had so cruelly reminded me of was inescapable.  I groaned at the embarrassing sight, pulled my t-shirt out and let it hang down as far I could to conceal most of the damaging evidence before slinking out of that gymnasium.

I didn't go back for the afternoon matches, the third of three preliminary round robin matches for each wrestler, choosing instead to check out of the motel and head out of town, numbed by what I'd experienced, too shaken, too nervous, to "suffer" through any more meltdowns by my fallen goddess.  I could pretty much figure out how Jenny, who'd shamelessly tried to stall her way to the final buzzer against a bigger, stronger Tonia, would fare in that final match against the sensational high school champ, Shelli; and I knew I couldn't handle that.  I also knew I probably didn't need, nor could I handle, another up close and personal confrontation with "muscle babe" Donna.  So I left, just like that.

Old college chum, Todd, suddenly the world's biggest fan of female folk-
style wrestling, filled me in on all the predicable details when he called a week or so later.  Jenny hadn't lasted very long in her final match, getting pinned midway through the first period by the aggressive and talented little high school blonde.  Like I've said, somehow I knew something like that would happen.  Jenny was DONE a minute or so before the end of her faltering match against the older, bigger blonde, Tonia.  From the sounds of it, she was seemingly DONE before she even stepped out on the mat against Shelli later that same day. Again, I was hardly surprised to hear of her latest humiliating defeat.

In other details provided by Todd:

Donna swept through her round robin matches undefeated with two pins
and an easy decision; and ultimately took the tournament championship,
beating Shelli by a close decision in the semifinals to advance to the title match, apparently the only tough outing she had in the whole tourney. According to Todd, Donna had gained a decent if not unsurmountable lead over the smaller, lighter and leaner high school wrestler pretty early on, making good use of big, well-muscled limbs, while the younger girl's impressive skill, athleticism and stamina had began to show more obviously towards the end, where she' been able to give Donna real difficulty, apparently even having the gorgeous muscle-babe solidly pinned underneath her for a moment. But Donna had stubbornly clung on, powering her way out of trouble and going on to narrowly defeat the gifted highschooler. Later, she had went on to win the entire tournament title by pin over an outclassed redhead who'd seemingly gotten that far only because she hadn't had to wrestle either Shelli or Donna before that.  Tonia had been comfortably leading the redhead in the other semifinal match, but had to forfeit when she sprained a wrist in the second period and couldn't continue.  So that was that; Jenny, of course, was not even a participant in the finals off her faltering efforts against first Tonia, and then Shelli.  She'd obviously been in a tough bracket, and didn't advance, with both Tonia and Shelli making it to the semifinals; but she couldn't use that as an excuse.  It pained me to think it, but it was the brutal truth; super jock, Jen, was no longer very "super".  Not only had she been outclassed and pinned by both blondes, but even the bimbo cheerleader, Randi, had given Jenny a tougher than expected match in losing to the more experienced brunette by a decision on Friday.  Not surprisingly, Randi had apparently been totally overwhelmed by the two blondes, Shelli and Tonia, in her remaining round robin matches Saturday, losing both by quick falls.  She was, after all, and as I'd suspected all along, still more fluffy cheerleader than wrestler, which made her late comeback against Jenny, putting the former campus champ on her back at the end of their match, all the more shocking, and sad, for us long-time Jenny worshippers.

Yes, as hard as it was for me to accept this basic fact, the heavier, softer shell of a once great champion that showed up for the summer tournament was now merely another wrestler; and, sadly, a pretty mediocre one at that.  She'd shown flashes of the "old Jenny" during the one match I watched; but tellingly they were mere flashes; and she'd displayed startling vulnerability in literally giving up the fight down the stretch against the big blonde, Tonia.  By all accounts, Todd's primarily, she'd looked far worse against the sensational young high school blonde, Shelli. Somehow I knew it wasn't all just a loss of physical conditioning; and, by the same token, she hadn't forgotten how to wrestle in the half year or so that had passed since she suffered her first loss ever to Donna.  No, something else was going on inside my fallen goddess.  Donna had not only beaten her physically that fateful day when she ended Jenny's unbeaten streak, but clearly at some point had also gotten inside the older brunette's head in some strange way, turning poor Jen from a ferocious competitor to a tentative, spiritless "has-been".

I thought Jenny, once eliminated from the tourney, would have gone home
early as well. I was WRONG!  Todd also told me that when Donna
showed up on the mat for her title match against the outclassed redhead,
the new "mat goddess" had, in Todd's words,  "a complete entourage" of
helpers/supporters.  According to him, there was a gangly, freckle faced
girl, undoubtedly Donna's pal, Liz; BOTH Randi and Jenny were there as
well; and even Tonia, the big blonde who'd been forced to drop out of the finals due to her sprained wrist, was there cheering the young brunette on to victory.  And then, most surprisingly, or maybe not, given all the bizarre things that had happened to and around Jenny in the past year, she and Randi each gave a triumphant Donna long hugs after her victory.  I didn't ask for any more details from my reporter on the scene, even as I wondered anew just what kind of sway Donna held over not only Jenny, but now, apparently, Randi as well.  Some day I would find out; I had to.

(to be continued)

[Augur]

Donna and Jenny, Part 2; "The Birthday Party"
by Jobber Joe



NOTE- This is the continuing sequel to a multi-part story I posted in Dec 2004
and January 2005 at this site. For those who have not read those stories, they
are posted in "Miscellaneous Stories 16 and 17" (last installment:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc17/jennydonna7.txt) under the general
title, "Jenny and Donna". In the earlier stories, Joey, himself a collegiate
wrestler, related the "agony" of watching his goddess of a classmate, Jenny,
an intramural wrestling champion at their college, go down to defeat for the
first time ever at the hands of a younger, stronger wrestler named Donna.
Later stories in that earlier series relate the trials and travails that both
Joey and Jenny go through at the hands of Donna and her friends following
Jenny's first fateful defeat. The first part of a long delayed sequel, titled
Donna and Jenny, part 1, is posted in "Miscellaneous Stories 18" and relates
how the former champion Jenny attempts a wrestling comeback at a summer
tournament. This is the second part of the sequel.

Joe (jobberboy2002@yahoo.com).

The invitation came out of the "blue", in a square envelope, no return
address; there was the standard issue, "Come to my Party," printed on the
cover. Inside was the real surprise, a color photo of my fallen goddess,
Jenny, dressed in what looked like skimpy thigh high silk pajamas. She was
kneeling on a tiled bathroom floor, what looked like a cheap white hotel towel
in hand; and she was wiping down the most incredible pair of legs I'd ever had
the privilege of ogling. They were Donna's legs, no mistaking those smoothly
muscled beauties, even though the young woman who'd just stepped out of the
shower and was standing over my kneeling former classmate was shot from
mid-thigh down. I guess whomever took the picture figured they'd get it past
the g-rated photo developing place that way, if barely. I mean poor Jen was
half naked herself, only that thin, translucent teddy covering her beautiful
body while she apparently willingly wiped down those incredible legs. By this
time I had sank back into the nearby sofa, still staring at that damn picture
even as, quite predictably and unavoidably, my ever unruly member hardened and
stiffened beneath its denim restraints.

It took me awhile to even getting around to reading the actual invitation, my
palms sweaty, pulse racing as I read Donna's scribbled words, "Dear Joey, if
you can get past staring at my legs, Hee hee___" Damn she knew me, or at least
my weaknesses, too well! The handwritten note continued, "I'd like you come to
my birthday party this Saturday evening. Should be fun. We have a few
surprises, some really crazy things in the works. Don't disappoint me, make
plans to be there, Love, Donna."

Funny, thinking about it now, but the last line almost sounded more like a
command than a friendly invitation. I mean Donna and I weren't exactly close
friends. We'd only met up close and personal a couple times, and both weren't
exactly comfortable situations for me as I so painfully, and clearly,
remembered. There was the incident after PE class, with Donna goading me into
a quick romp on the workout mats, and promptly taking advantage of an
unfortunate raging boner to put me on my back; and, of course, the follow-up
twin humiliations Jenny and I both suffered, thanks to Donna and friends, in
the wrestling room a week or so later. But that all happened what seemed like
ages ago, though it was really only the previous spring. The only other time
I'd really seen Donna up close was when she came up to me after Jenny's defeat by Tonia in the summer tournament and left me squirming uncomfortably yet again as I sat in the stands semi-distraught over another humiliating loss by the former campus wrestling champion. There was something about having those deadly man-killer legs too close to me, and she had them jammed right up between my legs that particular day, was what it was mostly all about. Like now, for instance, with this disturbing, if undeniably titillating, little snapshot. Yet I gotta admit I was almost hooked even though the sane part of me was saying, "stay away, stay FAR AWAY from his girl."

At the bottom of the note, she had added the time and place, 6 PM, her house,
giving the address. I'd never been there, but had heard it was a pretty nice
place; definitely not the usual undergraduate digs. Donna's folks had money,
and flaunted it, reportedly buying a nice, convenient campus area house just
so Donna could have all the creature comforts of home as she freely spent
their money while she was away at school. There was a "PS" down at the bottom,
"Isn't little Jen adorable in this pic? And HOT? Guess she got some enjoyment
from the summer tournament after all, hee hee." And then, "don't you wish it
was you down on your knees toweling off my legs in this picture, instead of
Jen?" I wasn't gonna touch that last question, even as I wrestled with its
hidden meaning.

And at first I certainly thought I had no intention of going to that damn
party. But it kept gnawing at me the rest of that day and evening, and on into the next day, which was Wednesday. That night, before I called in my RSVP, I got up the nerve to call Jenny. My former classmate lived clear across town and I hadn't even seen her since watching her get pinned by the big blonde, Tonia, up in that summer tournament a couple months back. Oh I'd tried calling a few times, but always got her answering machine, until that Wednesday night.

I was somewhat surprised when a real voice, Jenny's, answered the phone; so I
kind of stammered, "oh, hi Jenny, was just calling to see what you knew about
Donna's party." "Oh that," she quickly responded, then, "you know about it,
Joey?" "Yeah, she sent me an invitation;" I didn't mention the picture. Jenny
didn't sound surprised at all, and didn't say anything about the picture
either, if she even knew about it, flatly adding, "yeah, well I'm going to be
there, Joey, was kind of hoping you could make it there too." "You're going
then?" I asked hopefully, then, pressing, "well maybe we could go together?"

I was somewhat stunned when she quickly, almost irritatingly answered, "NO,
Joey, I'm not going to be your date." "No, I meant___." She didn't even let me finish the sentence, repeating, "NO, Joey, just leave it at that." But then softening, she added, "I'll see you there, okay?" I mumbled, "yeah sure," just before I heard the click as she hung up on me.

Despite Jenny's almost rude snub at the end of our phone conversation, I was
still smitten with her; and I was double hooked, by Donna's strange, almost
demanding, invitation, not to mention the undeniable allure of those
incredible legs of hers; and, secondly, by Jenny's presence at the same party.

I had to find out what was going on between them. Like everybody else, I'd
heard the rumors, seen some signs of a strange and troubling, not exactly
equal, relationship, between the two former wrestling foes; but deep down
didn't want to believe most of them. I told myself that maybe, just maybe,
Jenny and Donna had gotten together by pure chance the evening that shower
scene was captured on camera, and almost ritually I assumed it was in a hotel
room, probably after that summer tournament up in the big city. They'd both
been there on the final day, Jenny watching, according to friend Todd's
account, Donna win the women's title by pin in the final match against an
outclassed redhead. Of course, my over-active brain rationalized, they'd
probably been drinking, dismissing the obvious fact that Jenny was only an
occasional drinker, if that. But maybe she'd gotten sloshed, drowning her
sorrows after her disastrous return to the wrestling mats; and maybe Donna was sloshed for all those other happier reasons, winning the tournament trophy and all. And then probably things got a little wild later. It could happen, though deep down I kind of sensed it wasn't that simple, or innocent. In any event, I couldn't NOT GO. I got up the nerve to call Donna about ten minutes after Jenny hung up on me, told her I was coming to her party, only half believing my own voice actually, but saying it anyhow. She chirped from the other end of the line, "Hey great, Joey, be there 6 PM sharp, okay?" Again, it seemed almost like a command, that 6 PM sharp comment, but I shook my head, thinking, "get a hold of yourself, guy, you're reading way too much into this."

I wasn't, reading too much into it, that is, HARDLY! I showed up at the
appointed time, somewhat nervously fingering the small wrapped present I'd
brought for the birthday girl as I rang the doorbell. It wasn't much of a
present, a second hand puka shell necklace I'd had lying around my apartment
for a couple years; don't even know where it came from. But what do you buy a
girl who has practically everything, and that you barely know, or really even
like, even if you can't help ogling her fantastic legs and obsessing about all the rest of her as well? Besides, I was working part-time and taking graduate courses part-time; and I wasn't exactly flush with cash. So second hand puka shell necklace it was.

The door opened, and the first surprise hit me like a shot between the eyes.
There I was blinking at one tanned, voluptuous body, clad only in high riding
cut-off jeans that showed plenty of big, beautiful, strangely damp and
glistening thigh, and a bare midriff sleeveless cotton T-shirt. The blue eyes
twinkling back at me nearly at my eye level were those of the big, beautiful
blonde, Tonia, her dampened hair swept back wildly, looking like she'd been
partying hard for some time already. She was the one who'd overpowered and
pinned poor Jen in the final round of that one tournament match I'd watched
this past summer. She held out her hand, gripping mine, her grip firm, but no
terribly so, just nice and warm and wonderful, smiled sweetly, chirped, "hey,
you must be Joey___ heard a lot about you, come on in." Then, taking the small wrapped present from my other hand, she wheeled around on those long, full stemmed beauties, and added, "hey, thanks, I'll take the present to our
Birthday Girl, I'm sure she'll love it. Follow me, Joey." And then, "I was so
glad Donna gave me a call and I could come down here for her party; It's gonna be fun." From the looks of her, all wet and wild, the fun had already begun for some. Little did I know then what fun she, and others, had been having.

I also didn't know how she was so sure I was Joey, and I really wasn't sure
how she'd heard "so much about me"; nor was I able to place a connection as to how Tonia and Donna got to know each other. From all appearances, namely
Donna's brief conversation with me up in the stands after Tonia had pinned
Jenny, I had assumed she and Tonia had never met. Obviously, they knew each
other now, though.

My head was swimming with all sorts of questions, and I was seriously doubting my sanity as well for even being there. But to tell you the truth, I really couldn't bring myself to rationally ask any of these questions; and even though a small part of my brain was screaming at me, "you don't need to be here, Joey, leave NOW," the bigger part of me just couldn't tear away from
this thing just then. For one, I was almost certain Jenny was there someplace, and secondly, at that precise moment, I really couldn't help staring at, or following, that big beautiful blonde. She led me through the dimly lit hallway of the spacious old home, and I must admit I almost too eagerly followed her.

Even in the dimly hit hallway, I could see why poor Jenny had had her hands
full when they wrestled. I mean this chick was "built", not terribly athletic
looking as I'd already noted during their wrestling match; but she had an
incredibly sexy and strong-looking body, with perfect-sized, firmly jutting
breasts, full, but not overly big, rounded hips, long, shapely legs with full, firm thighs, and an equally impressive butt. I'd caught a brief glimpse of her bared tummy when she first opened the door, and been able to see that her abs were tanned and nicely toned as well, glistening in the dim light. She took care of that fabulous body, and just by the way she walked and carried herself, you could tell Tonia knew she was "hot stuff", had to know guys like me loved to ogle that luscious body, and that she could probably handle herself around most any man, or woman.

We moved into the living room, and there was Donna, looking as stunning as
ever, sipping a glass of red wine and holding court among a small group, maybe a half dozen or so, of sorority chick types and a couple guys I didn't
recognize, probably some fraternity boys. Donna was dressed rather
conservatively, for her, anyway, in a blue and red warm-up suit, and, like Tonia, she looked strangely sweaty and a little flushed, like she'd been just finished a workout in fact. I couldn't figure it out exactly, but again didn't ask.

I sat down somewhat nervously in a lounge chair across from Donna while she quickly opened my small present, clucked appreciatively at its contents, and then smiled sweetly at me, saying, "hey thanks, Joey, for the necklace," while she immediately put it around her glistening neck. She added, "guess I didn't get around to telling you, NO PRESENTS, in your invite; but that's okay. It's a cheap little necklace, but kinda cute; and I appreciate the thought anyhow, Joey." I nodded, almost tongue-tied in her presence.

Donna went on chatting idly with her assembled Greek buddies while I glanced
around the room, looking for familiar faces, seeing none. There was no JJ, my
old nemesis from the wrestling team; the guy who'd relegated me to JV in my
senior year no less. He and Donna had been an item for quite a while, though
I'd heard they were still friends, but no longer really a dating couple.
Anyhow, much to my relief, he was nowhere in sight; but neither was Jenny,
who'd all but told me she was going to be there, even if she'd shut the door
on any hint of us going as a couple. And Liz, Donna's best friend, wasn't
anywhere to be seen either, nor Linda, the little blonde gymnast turned
wrestler who'd also tormented Jenny that memorable, and humiliating, day back
in the wrestling room. And I half expected to see Randi, the sleek leggy
cheerleader who'd, by all accounts, given Jenny quite a surprising test before Jenny took the decision win when they'd wrestled up at that tournament a couple months back. Donna had pretty much claimed responsibility for what
little wrestling skill the slender bimbo possessed at the time as I recall.
But Randi wasn't there, or anywhere in sight at least, either. And Tonia,
after darting into the kitchen to grab a beer and leave it on the table next
to me, was gone somewhere else as well.

Somehow this didn't seem quite right. But more than a few answers were
forthcoming, and soon. For one, I finally became aware of some noises, shouts
and cheers and stuff, from the general direction of what must have been the
basement. I figured a few of the guests were down playing pool or ping pong or something. In any event, there were clearly others in the house; maybe Jenny, Linda, Randi, Liz, and Tonia too, were down there. Little did I know the whole story then; but, as said, I was about to find out a few answers to many nagging questions, and then some.

Donna was talking to me again. She may have been talking for some time before
that for all I know; for I was in a fog, it barely even registering to that
point that Tonia had fetched that beer for me before disappearing. Finally I
heard her, though, "hey, earth to Joey, come on, guy, connect up here, take a
sip, loosen up a little." I turned my head her way, her voice continuing to
slice through the fog that was my brain, "hey, Joey, the crazy stuff is about
to begin, call it the appetizer before the main event." I looked at her
quizzically. She caught my dumb stare, coyly adding, "well we'll barbeque some hamburgers later, maybe quite a bit later, but first we got a little surprise, Joey."

I was probably still staring dumbly, and now nervously taking a few big gulps
from my beer, by the time the surprise, or rather surprises, walked into the
main room. First it was Liz, also quite sweaty and satiated from whatever
strange workout these girls were participating in, the slender, freckle faced
girl carrying a small black gym bag which she placed next to Donna, who was
still lounging on one side of the sofa. Then, as I stared incredulously, Linda and Randi came out together, both wearing shorts and tank tops, the tall, dark-haired cheerleader leaning heavily on the cute little blonde. Linda looked like Donna and Liz, sweaty but pleasantly satiated, but poor Randi, drenched in sweat, looked "all used up", those beautiful long sleek legs almost wobbling as she leaned into Linda for support, her big and noticeably perky tits heaving through a soaking wet, white cotton top. I swallowed hard, took another big gulp of beer, and couldn't help noticing that my every unruly member was rock hard and bulging up against the crotch of my pants already. And it only got worse; the big blonde, Tonia, swinging into view next, cradling my sexy as hell former classmate, Jenny, also in sweat drenched tank top and shorts, in one arm as they moved toward Donna and the others. Poor Jen was "all used up as well," her light brown legs, like Randi's sleek pair, wobbling noticeably as she fairly clung to the bigger blonde, apparently for support.

I'd gulped down my first beer, wanted desperately to soothe my cotton mouth
with another, but didn't dare move, my raging boner keeping me glued to the
lounge chair, self-consciously crossing my arms above my crotch in a lame
attempt to hide the obvious. I was only slightly soothed by taking a quick
glance around and seeing that among the handful of guys in the room most
appeared to be sporting, or in the process of developing, hard-ons as well.
Another beer had appeared at my table, courtesy of Liz, who'd no doubt sensed
my distress, and darted to the kitchen for reinforcements. I began gulping it
down as first Linda, then Tonia, moved up and unceremoniously dropped their
clearly wasted girls at Donna's feet. The two blondes merely let go of Randi
and Jenny, but both worn out beauties, whether planned or not, found it only
too easy to sink immediately to their knees.

And Donna was standing up in front of them now, a big smile plastered across
her youthful, radiant face. I could tell she was enjoying this strange little
scene immensely, as were most of her buddies. Me, I was still in a fog, and
the hastily swigged first beer had very little to do with my numbed state of
confusion. I looked around me, my eyes swimming as there were now maybe 15 or
20 people all packed into the living room. I wondered where they'd come from
all of sudden, only put it together some time later that these others, the
non-sweaty folks at least, mostly sorority type chicks, a couple more guys
joining the group, must have been the ones whooping it up down in the
basement. I blinked in amazement as the devilishly sexy new campus mat goddess slowly peeled her warm-up pants down and off, dropping them on the sofa behind her, revealing those incredible legs, dried up sweat trails tracing down the full, firm thigh muscles. She had on a pair of silky, bright pink short-shorts, the whole effect of that pink fabric contrasting with her tanned, gorgeous legs holding my rapt attention all over again.

She coolly looked down at the two kneeling beauties at her feet, quietly asking, "You two little bitches ready for this?" Quick anger rose in me as I heard her callously refer to Randi and Jenny as 'bitches", but I seethed silently, frozen in my chair. They had each just been kneeling there quietly, still breathing hard, Randi weaving a little unsteadily, Jenny trembling slightly. Both had their heads down, chins almost touching their heaving breasts. Randi looked up immediately, liquid green eyes fixed on the birthday girl above her, meekly nodding her head, stammering, "yes" to Donna's caustic question. Jenny nodded her head mutely, but didn't look up and didn't say the magic words apparently.

Donna wasn't amused, in a quick rage moved forward, her big, powerfully
muscled legs encircling Jenny's lowered head in an instant. Jenny cried out
almost fearfully, and squirmed half-heartedly, but otherwise made no serious
effort to try to wiggle free as Donna rose to the balls of her bare feet,
squeezing hard, her thighs bulging, almost cruelly crushing poor Jenny's
snared head. She held the muscular tension for maybe only a second or so
before relaxing her killer thighs, laughing as poor Jenny dropped in a heap at her feet, gasping and moaning. I was half up to my feet in the same instant, ignoring the little, actually big, problem down below, bellowing, "now WAIT A MINUTE, WHAT THE HELL!" "SIT DOWN, JOEY," the imperious Birthday Girl barked sharply, and I found myself unavoidably cringing at her sharp rebuke. But I stayed on my feet, albeit swaying almost groggily, and I wasn't even drunk, yet. "I said sit down, Joey," she repeated slowly, no longer shouting; and then added, "you look ridiculous standing there with your little pecker poking out and all." It was public humiliation, and I was sure I was flushing several shades of red as I stiffly, in more ways than one, sank back quickly into the chair, just knowing that 20 pairs of eyes were looking right at me and my little problem at that particular moment.

Jenny still lay in a crumpled heap at her feet, whimpering softly, as Donna
just as quickly turned her attention to the other kneeling brunette, moving
her muscular legs around Randi's lowered head and rising to the balls of her
feet as she snarled over at Jenny, "now your little buddy here is gonna get
the same treatment just because you wouldn't open your mouth and answer like a good little girl." Randi, like Jenny a minute ago, squirmed some, but mostly didn't resist as Donna tightened down her awesome legs for just a few seconds before letting the slinky cheerleader drop in a heap as well right next to poor Jen. Donna had made this particular point; whatever one might think it was, quite emphatically. Sitting there in my own misery, and, yes, still with a raging hard-on, I guess I thought she was showing the two cowering brunettes, not to mention some of the rest of us too, who was in charge here, as if there was any doubt. I'm not sure what Randi and Jenny were thinking just then, or what they knew that I didn't. In any event, those of us who were still mostly in the dark were all soon to be further enlightened.

"Now let's start over, shall we?" the birthday girl cooed almost soothingly
now; "get up, both of you, NOW, and answer my question." Needing no further
convincing, Randi and Jenny both pushed up to their knees soon enough, though
Randi still had tears in her eyes, and Jenny looked very shaky. They answered
almost in unison, "yes". Donna demanded more, "Yes, WHAT? you miserable little
sluts?" I thought about jumping up indignantly yet again as she verbally
degraded these two lovely young women who certainly didn't deserve to be
treated this way, but thought the better of it. Randi and Jenny were answering
again, in unison, "yes, Mistress!" I heard a few nervous titters, at least one
gasp from the group surrounding them, and more than a few light hearted
laughs. I said nothing, my mouth gaping open. Donna only smiled broadly,
slapping the palm of one hand idly against her broad, firm thigh, as she
filled in those of us who had been in various stages of ignorance, or denial,
about this whole bizarre thing. "You see, guys," she started in, "these two
horny little sluts, oh, to be kind, I mean comely little bitches, have come to
a greater appreciation over the past few months of what it's like to know me,
and most importantly, to worship everything about me." She was really full of
herself, in her element, everybody's eyes, including those of Randi and Jenny
kneeling before her, glued on her. Neither was crying, or even whimpering, any
longer, though Jenny was trembling just a tad still; but both were almost
raptly looking up at this "bitchin lookin muscle babe", as friend, Todd, had
described her on first spying her up at the tournament. She continued on her
little self-serving monologue, sermon, call it what you will; "I realize some
of you may think this a little strange, maybe kinky, or even wrong; if you'd
like to leave now and miss the rest of the festivities, you can certainly do
so; and (looking down at Randi and Jen) that includes you two worthless little
sluts." Nobody made a move, including me and Randi and Jen, who were both
still staring intently up at the imperious young brunette. She rattled on,
"okay, well, anyhow, where was I? Oh yeah, Jen and Ran here have asked to firm
up our, ahem, little arrangement; they'd like to have the privilege of serving
me whenever it pleases me. So they're going to formalize things by accepting
some little gifts from me, namely these nice new collars."

She didn't have to say the words; everybody had pretty much figured it out.
Liz dipped into the athletic bag I'd seen her carrying earlier, handed her
pal, Donna, two black leather collars, with matching leashes. Donna chirped
cheerily, "little Jen has been under my tutelage for the longer time, so
she'll get first honors here. Lift your head, you horny little slut."
Immediately, Jenny, my former classmate and long-time goddess, once a proud,
undefeated wrestling champion, now reduced to THIS in barely half a year,
raised her head quickly, a slight smile even playing on her pretty face as she
looked at the strong and incredibly sexy younger woman who was responsible for
her sudden, startling transformation. Donna quickly fastened the collar around
Jen's neck, and grabbed the attached leash, cooing in that seductive, sultry
little voice she was wont to slip into at times, "okay, seal the deal, Slave
Jen, you know what to do." They must have rehearsed this ahead of time, as
Jenny immediately pushed up off her haunches, leaned forward and planted a
long, lingering kiss square on the heart of Donna's left thigh. Donna patted
her head appreciatively at length, kind of pushing her still fawning slave to
one side and turning to Randi. While Jenny, or rather Slave Jen as Donna had
called her, I still had a hard time accepting that, even if she didn't, just
stayed there kneeling, reverently looking up at her supposed new mistress, an
even bigger smile on her face, and, tellingly, no longer trembling, Donna went
through the identical ritual with the leggy little cheerleader. When she
finished, proudly holding the leashes of her two collared slaves kneeling
before her, Donna chirped sweetly, "damn, that's just about the best birthday
present an innocent little girl like me could ever ask for."

There wasn't an inch of INNOCENCE in this so-called little girl, and she knew
it, and was proud of it. She went right on, still addressing a rapt audience;
"Now, since I have a little slave group started, and believe me, this is just
the start, we have to have a little order in the group, a little hierarchy you
might say. So, as the next part of this delicious birthday present, I'm gonna
have you two worthless sluts fight it out right here, well actually down
stairs on the mats. Winner will be my champion slave and earn special
privileges especially tonight, hee, hee, this being my birthday night and
all." Now I had another inkling as to why she and JJ weren't exactly an item
any longer, as if I hadn't seen some clues already. She was continuing on, "So
you two will fight, my girlfriend, Tonia, here, will explain the rules when we
get down there, and she's also agreed to referee the match. As I've said, the
winner will be my SLAVE CHAMPION, and she won't regret it. The loser, well,
let's just say I feel sorry for that poor soul, whoever it turns out to be.
You'll still be mine, but you'll serve me in other ways; that clear enough,
sluts?" Randi and Jenny both immediately nodded their head, and this time
obediently added, once again in unison, "Yes, Mistress." They were learning
fast.

I just shuddered at the whole, bizarre scene; yet, though on one level I found
it revolting, disgusting, call it what you will, to see these two normally
lovely, radiant young women, Jenny in particular, willingly subjugating
themselves to this "bitchin lookin muscle babe," on quite another level I was
strangely drawn to it all. And I followed, dumbly, Donna and the rest, all of
us headed down to the basement. Jenny and Randi crawled along on all fours,
heads down, their leashes held in their Mistress's hands, until they got to
the stairs going down; at which time Donna let them stand up and walk down
like the rest of us, though still on leash. Down in the basement rec room,
there was no sign of any ping pong, or billiards, table, just a bunch of mats
laid out; Donna's workout room no doubt, probably where she learned to
wrestle, undoubtedly under then main man, JJ's, tutelage. It also helped fill
in the gaps some on the noises I'd heard down here earlier, and perhaps helped
explain some why Randi and Jenny looked so wiped out when they came upstairs,
and why some of the others, Donna included, had worked up a sweat this
evening.

I guessed then, before Donna even told me later that evening, that Randi and
Jenny, perhaps willingly, or maybe unwittingly, had been the victims of a mass
grapple, "everybody let's work over these two girls," or something like that.
In any event, chairs had already been arranged around the edges of the mats.
Donna, naturally, sat in the nice cushy one right in the center of one side.
She looked directly at me and basically told me she wanted me to sit next to
her. I started to object, but then agreed quite compliantly, if silently
questioning my sanity, sitting down on the folding chair on her right. Her
best buddy, Liz, was on her other side, Tonia out in the middle of the mat,
now holding the two leashes for Jenny and Randi, who were back on all fours.
Linda, the only other person in the room I really knew, was sitting across the
mats from Donna, Liz, and I. I'd heard that Linda and Randi were once best of
friends, maybe they still were; but the little blonde gymnast betrayed little
special affection for the slender cheerleader now, absently talking to a
fraternity guy next to her as her one-time best buddy knelt with a shiny black
slave collar around her slim neck out on the mats.

I felt I owed Jenny, who was never a real close friend, but a friend
nevertheless, a little more than that, overcoming extreme nervousness by
haltingly asking Donna as soon as I sat down, "uh, why are you doing this?
Don't you think you've put Jenny through enough already?" "Oh come on, Joey,
grow up," she replied, "Slave Jen is perfectly happy doing what she's doing
right at this instant. But I like you, Joey; I'm not sure why, but I do. So if
you want to hold up this whole thing and go talk to your slutty little
girlfriend, try to talk her out of it maybe, feel free." For once I took
action more than sitting back in numbed confusion, standing up a little
hesitantly, but moving over to where Jenny knelt next to the big blonde,
Tonia. Donna made no move to stop me. My almost constant erection had subsided
slightly, but was till evident, yet I didn't care just then. I'd already been
embarrassed enough by Donna, no make that humiliated, earlier. I was beyond
shame. I went down to one knee and whispered in Jenny's ear, "you don't have
to do this, Jen, leave with me right now." She pulled away quickly, muttering,
"just go away, Joey, I don't care what you say, I'm doing this, I WANT to do
this."

I retreated to my seat next to Donna, chagrined; Donna patted me on my near
leg lightly, cooed in that seductive voice of hers while stretching those
unbelievable legs out, "that's okay, little guy, you meant well. But, you see,
Slave Jen worships me. And from the looks of things, ahem, you can't resist
me, either, can you?" She was looking right at my crotch when she said that;
and, yes, she was right in some respects, I couldn't resist her smoldering,
make that overpowering, feminine charm. All it took was her warm touch, which
burned right through my levis, and one long look at those impossibly beautiful
muscled legs, and my cock was rock hard once again; and stayed there for a
long time.

Tonia was explaining the rules of this little slave match now even as Jenny
and Randi, their leashes taken away, but not their black collars, peeled their
t-shirts and shorts off to leave them with just bikinis on, Jenny's baby blue, Randi's a tropical print, reds and yellows. Tonia cheerfully explained, "the birthday girl says this is to be a Lucky 7 Match; first girl to rack up 7
falls becomes Donna's new slave champion, with all the privileges that
entails. Loser, well, I can't say what you'll get tonight, but probably you
won't be as happy as the winner, hee hee. And oh yes, girlies, you'll start
every new fall from your knees, savvy?" Both Jenny and Randi ritually nodded
their heads. I managed to pull my eyes away from Donna's stretched out legs to look at the two brunettes now. I knew Jenny's fantastic athletic body well
enough from ogling her all these years; great legs, shapely yet firm enough,
though heavier and a little softer than I remembered from her glory days as
campus champ. They were also not as muscularly defined as Donna's, nor as big.

Upstairs she had smallish but very firm-looking, nicely rounded breasts, and her nipples were already hard, poking urgently out against the damp, baby blue fabric of her bikini bra. Sadly, the softened belly I'd first noticed with some alarm up at the summer tournament, was still with her. She'd added a good ten pounds, maybe a little more, since the previous spring, as I'd noted a couple months ago when I last saw her. It clearly hampered her endurance up at that tournament, when she faded so bad in the final round before being pinned by Tonia; and it certainly couldn't help her now. But she wasn't going to be wrestling a bigger, stronger girl like Tonia tonight, just the slender cheerleader turned wrestler turned slave-mate, Randi.

Randi was all about slender, sleek lines, nothing real muscular. She was
better endowed, though, than the relatively small-chested Jen, with sizable and remarkably pert, slightly conically-shaped breasts. Her drop-dead gorgeous legs, like the rest of her slim body, were long, sleek and lean. I'd
guessed, even though Jenny and Randi were about the same height, with
Randi being maybe an inch taller or so, that Jenny, with the added pounds, and not much of it solid muscle, was a good 15 to 20 pounds heavier, maybe even more.

Given all that, Jenny should have handled the slender little cheerleader
handily, just as she did for much of the match up in that tournament. And she
did at first. They began soon enough, from their knees. Jenny, clearly bigger
and stronger, didn't take long to gain the advantage, wrestling Randi down and
riding her with a tight waist ride. But it was also just as evident that Jenny
was not exactly fresh and full of boundless energy. And neither was Randi. It
was more like they were trying to push already dead tired bodies at the end of
a long wrestling practice. I knew the feeling well. Donna and friends must
have really put them through the wringer, so to speak, just a little earlier
that evening. Anyhow, Jenny was on top, but hardly in total control, pulling
Randi down to the mat several times, but then faltering, the weariness
showing, as Randi managed to slowly push back up to her knees a couple times.
But Jenny, though clearly laboring, as was the equally worn-out Randi, had too
much experience, too much class for the slinky cheerleader early, eventually
wrapping up those long, lovely legs in a tight far cradle and pulling Randi
over to her back. Tonia dropped down next to them as Randi's frantic kicking
could not keep her shoulders from settling soon enough into the mat. But the
big blonde took plenty of time checking the flattened shoulder blades before
slapping the mat, too much time perhaps as Donna, next to me, growled
playfully, "hey, blondie, a little faster next time, okay?' while her two
slaves were untangling after this first fall awarded to Jen.

They barely paused a minute or so to catch their breath before Tonia got them
ready for the next fall. In that short break, Donna turned to me and quietly,
almost sweetly, commented, "well, Joey, you should be happy, your girlfriend's
jumped to an early lead, but it's still a long ways to go." I forced the words
out, now, still almost tongue-tied in her presence, "she ain't my girlfriend."
"Oh, whatever, Joey," she exclaimed. Surprising even myself, I went beyond
that, asking, "geez, Donna, what did you do to these two beforehand, they both
look whipped." She patiently replied, "Well, Joey, they aren't that good of
wrestlers anyhow. Yeah, I know, little Jen used to be good, until I, and a few
others, shot holes all through that flimsy notion. But anyhow, I didn't want
this little Lucky 7 match to drag on forever; so me and some of my girlfriends
just warmed them up a little. Okay, maybe we wore them out a bit in the
process, but they're okay. They're young and healthy. They'll recover. This
just makes it more a test of wills, rather than pure bodily strength. Sheesh,
even I know if you lined these two little sluts up all fresh and eager, well
poor Randi probably doesn't stand a chance if they were just like arm
wrestling or leg wrestling, or some other pure strength thing. I mean I
handled your little 'not-a-girlfriend' Jen easily enough, but Randi ain't
exactly me, though she does have dynamite looking legs. Guess we're alike in
some ways, hee, hee." I dared to interject, "but what did you really do to
them earlier?" "Nothing bad at all," she patiently explained; then continued,
"There weren't any whips or anything kinky or cruel like that, just good old
fashioned wrasslin. You might say it was kind of a tag team affair, Jen and
Ran against the girls, and me hah hah. Anyhow, Tonia and I, and Linda, the
ones with wrestling experience, took them on first; and I'm afraid the little
sluts didn't have much time to tag out. In fact, we pretty much kept both of
them busy out there; and the three of us were enough to work them over pretty
well. But later on, a few other girls got a real kick out of trying their hand
at this wrestling thing, too. Especially taking on little Jen, what with the
reputation she used to have. I mean they got a big kick out of pinning the
'former campus champion' if you know what I mean. Little skinny Liz plastered
her shoulders three times in maybe a minute. Now that was quite a sight, hee
hee. But that was about it, just a lot of good natured fun."

I guessed it was a whole lot more fun for Donna and her pals than it was for
poor Jen and Ran, the designated pinning dummies. But I couldn't fret about it
now. The second fall in this bizarre Slave Championship was about to begin.

They were starting again, both girls only slightly less winded than before
after the too short break. After a brief, weary tussle from their knees,
somewhat surprisingly the leggy little bimbo emerged on top of a sweaty tangle
of legs and arms. But Jenny was soon enough pushed up to all fours, in little
danger of being turned anytime soon. Randi was clearly struggling to break the
heavier girl down, snaking her long, lovely legs around Jenny's bigger, darker
pair, pushing forward in a sloppy half nelson that betrayed her tiredness, or
inexperience, perhaps both. Far from the confident, energetic mat champion I
admired during so many of her matches in our undergraduate years, Jenny seemed
a little hesitant, lethargic, groaning wearily. Randi, wrapped all over the
kneeling older brunette, but gaping for air above her groaning foe, pushed
forward, long legs digging at, trying to stretch out my huddled former
classmate, with that haphazard half nelson still in place. Alarmingly, to me
at least, Jenny wasn't even lifting her head, trying to shake loose from the
nelson, in fact had dropped her head lower, barely resisting the hold. Randi,
taking a big gulping breath of air from on top, but buoyed by Jenny's
lethargic response, tried to tighten the nelson down, her slinky legs working
behind her, wrapping all around Jenny's quivering dark legs.

My heart sank, and my ever unruly member thumped dangerously against its
stretched, denim restraints as I watched my long-time goddess, with another
weary groan, sink forward slowly, settling into the mat face down. It looked
like Randi; even as sloppy and tired as she was, had her, and was about to
turn poor disheartened Jenny. But the slender cheerleader was hardly
overpowering her girl, still fumbling with the nelson, her hands slipping on
Jenny's sweat drenched neck when Jenny seemed to catch a second wind of sorts,
her instincts clicking in enough to twist her head to one side, loosening
Randi's already tenuous grip. Jenny, feeling the nelson slip away, started to
push back up to all fours. Randi was still on top, but was just kind of draped
there, winded after her failed attempt to sink in the half nelson. The bimbo
wasn't giving up though, sluggishly trying to break Jenny back down, but
getting her weight too far forward, her inexperience glaringly exposed. Jenny
was laboring for sure just trying to shake the slender cheerleader, but the
long dormant super competitor in her clicked in now. Recognizing the
opportunity, with Randi off balance, stretched out over her, Jenny had enough
presence of mind to reach up with one hand, hooking Randi's head, neatly
flipping her off to one side. The leggy little brunette rolled off Jenny's
back with a quick, despairing cry, flopping down to one shoulder in front of
her kneeling opponent. Jenny had only to plop down in a side-on body press,
hooking Randi's near leg, rolling the stunned bimbo to her back. This time
Tonia didn't hesitate, quickly slapping the mat as soon as Randi's shoulder
blades settled in.

Jenny was ahead 2-0, and in solid command, or so I hoped. I thought she looked
wild-eyed, hungry, as she disengaged from the flattened cheerleader and
shuffled away on all fours, head quickly dropping as she fought to catch her
breath. A few feet away poor over-matched Randi was slowly climbing back up to
all fours after this second straight pin. She looked beat certainly, maybe
distraught, as if she really thought she should have pinned the heavier,
vastly more experienced, former champion just then. I thought she was a
clueless bimbo, great legs, but clueless. Jenny had most every advantage,
weight, strength, and experience. It was shaping up as a mis-match, as I, at
least, expected, and even that troubled me plenty. I mean here Jenny was,
apparently willingly accepting Donna's slave collar just a bit ago; and now
fighting with everything she had left after Donna and company ganged up on her
and Randi earlier, and all for the supposed privilege of being Donna's favored
pet, her SLAVE CHAMPION. And Randi, mostly clueless for sure in my book, but a
decent, rational young woman in many other respects, seemed to hunger for the
same bizarre privilege just as much, even if the execution and skills in her
case were sorely lacking. It all didn't make sense, but still I stayed glued
to my chair, moving only to reach down to the cooler behind Donna's chair for
yet another beer. I needed it, my head swimming from the alcohol and all this
other crazy stuff going on.

The small crowd was buzzing with small talk during the short break; Donna,
next to me, was silently taking it all on, like a regal, if cruel, queen
surveying the rabble. I took a big gulp of my fresh beer, then ventured a
tentative cheer for my long-time goddess of a classmate, "way to go, Jen, 2
down, 2 to go, you can do it." Jenny still had her head down, sucking air,
didn't even acknowledge me. But Donna did, chiding me cheerily as she coyly
placed that deadly hand square on my thigh again, "silly boy, it ain't best of
seven, but lucky 7. That means your girl's gotta rack up 7 pins of her own,
before Randi gets to that many, of course, before she can claim the right to
worship my hot bod ALL NIGHT LONG, and, of course, on into the future hee
hee." She was still all full of herself, and impossibly flirtatious when she
wanted to be. I cringed at the gentle chiding, and squirmed in torment as she
lightly stroked her magic hand up my thigh, even as her warm, wonderful near
leg pressed right up next to mine. She stopped just short of blast-off for me,
fortunately, if you know what I mean, for which I was immensely grateful just
then.

I tried to focus bleary eyes and move my attention away from the "bitchin
lookin muscle babe," who was mercifully slowly pulling her deadly legs and
hands away from the bundle of hormone-spiked nerves that was me in my present
state. Out of immiment danger of an unplanned eruption down below, if barely,
I forced myself to shift my gaze further than Donna's wondrous thighs, out to
where this bizarre slave match was about to resume. It had a long ways to go,
though Jenny had lethargically forged an early 2-0 lead. I didn't see how
either exhausted beauty could make it to 7 falls total, never mind racking up
7 by themselves. My best hope for both their sakes was that one girl would
pretty much collapse, and they could get this awful ordeal over quickly in a
rout, presumably in Jenny's favor.

(To be continued).



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Donna and Jenny, Part 3
by Jobber Joe
Fighting for her Favor


In the previous part of this story, Jenny has forged a 2-0 lead over her
slave-mate, and rival for their Mistress Donna's favor, Randi, the slender,
leggy cheerleader. Jenny's old classmate, Joey, is hopeful this whole thing
will turn into a one-sided rout, in Jenny's favor, even if he's bothered by
the notion that Jenny wants to win this match quite possibly because she
desperately wants to earn the privilege of being with and serving the
demanding young brunette, Donna, on this, Donna's birthday night. The story
resumes with both Jenny and Randi about to begin the next fall. First girl to
rack up seven pins becomes Donna's "slave champion", with all the dubious
perks that may entail.

(the match continues, from Joey's description)

They were coming back together now, both dark haired beauties looking all
disheveled and used up still, but with one important distinction between them;
namely Jenny had that important 2-0 lead in falls, not to mention all the
apparent advantages, size, strength, experience, MOMENTUM. Still, as I'd just
learned, she had 5 falls to go before finishing off the leggy bimbo; so it
certainly wasn't over yet; though things were looking good for Jen, or bad,
depending on your personal perspective. She was, after all, seemingly destined
to be Donna's slave afterward, win or lose here. And winning would presumably
put her that much closer to the devilish young brunette, and thus, to my
sodden brain, ever more vulnerable to Donna's domineering will. Still, I found
myself secretly rooting for Jenny to do just that, win this damn thing that
is, emerge as CHAMPION.... SLAVE! This was about all she had to wrestle for
now, it seems. Things had certainly changed in a big way for the former campus
wrestling champion, and for me as well, perhaps her most loyal fan.

I forced bleary eyes back to the two sexy creatures pouring their hearts, and
weary bodies, into their bizarre mutual struggle. Out there on the mat, no
more than five or six feet away, Jenny had once again gained the early
advantage, hauling Randi down with a tight waist ride and arm drag. But Randi
was still trying to hang in against a bigger, more experienced foe, pushing up
stubbornly to all fours before Jenny could cinch up a tighter hold on her
slender arms or tie up those long, lovely legs. Jenny struggled with her,
keeping control, arm dragging the smaller brunette back face down on the mat,
trying to hook Randi's near leg with hers, grunting with the effort.

Beside me, I was yet again aware of a warm, wonderful bare leg pressing close
to my own jean-clad leg, the muscular tension in her marvelously developed
man-killer legs pounding into my sodden senses, unavoidably distracting me
even as I tried to focus on Jen struggling to contain the game little
cheerleader. Donna was talking to me again.

"It's looking pretty good at the moment for your, I mean MY GIRL, Jen, don't
you think?"

"yeah," I absently replied, while deliciously tormenting tremors spread
throughout my tingling body from the magic, heated touch of that damn leg.

"you know what this means, don't you, Joey. You know if little Jen wins she's
mine to play with all night long."

"yeah, I know," I answered quite truthfully, shuddering at the thought,
wondering what she had in store for my former goddess turned slave
champion-to-be.

Donna was fairly purring now, "that's right, hun, your favorite little slut
gets to worship this BOD in every little way I say, and she so dearly wants.
You know she wants that, don't you, Joey?"

"yeah, I guess."

"And you'd like a chance to worship this bod too, wouldn't you Joey?"

"yeah... I mean no, NO!"

She laughed lightly, wickedly; I merely flushed crimson. She was playing with
my mind. And I was confused; working on my 4th beer by this time certainly
didn't help. Speaking of which, I took another big gulp, trembling almost
uncontrollably as her invasive leg pressed ever closer against mine.

Donna mercifully was almost done, suddenly pulling her damn dangerous,
wonderful leg back, cooing, "you'll get your chance, little guy, you'll get
your chance."

I wasn't sure what she was driving at, mumbling some lame protest, "no, I
didn't say, or think, what I just said... ah hell." I was making a fool of
myself. Beside me Donna just laughed quietly.

Out on the mats while Donna was playing with my libido and my mind, for maybe
the 3rd or 4th time the over-matched, but stubbornly resisting, little bimbo
cheerleader, Randi, had pulled her slender legs up underneath her and pushed
to a shaky crouch on all fours beneath Jenny's clinging ride. Jenny, who had,
at least to my mind, started this fall with ALL the advantages, groaned loudly
at her apparent inability to hold the lighter girl down on the mat. The former
wrestling champion dug her own legs into the mat behind her, the full thigh
muscles trembling with the effort; and Randi started to give, the slinky
cheerleader lowering her head, sucking in big, rasping gulps of air. Jenny,
inhaling raggedly and then exhaling forcefully, took advantage of Randi's
lowered head, wrapping her up in yet another far cradle. The first cradle had
yielded the opening fall in this match, and now Randi groaned resignedly as
she was pulled back again. But the numbing exhaustion was clearly making Jen a
bit sloppy in her moves by this point. She had Randi's shoulders tilted back
toward the mat as she started to wrap up the little bimbo's free leg to
strengthen the pin hold; but the older girl had gotten her near shoulder too
far under Randi's sleek body in the effort, the cheerleader's right shoulder
resting on top of Jenny's left shoulder. Tonia was already down on her knees
next to the two entangled brunettes, ready to slap the mat, but held up. From
my side, Donna chirped, "What's taking so long, Blondie, slap the mat,
DAMNIT!" Tonia rasped back, "The shoulder ain't down." And it wasn't, Randi's
right shoulder still resting squarely on top of Jenny's left.

By this time Jenny had figured out this wasn't going to quite do it and was
struggling to wriggle her shoulder out from under Randi's wrapped body. But
she lost her concentration down below, Randi's sleek legs kicking desperately
against her too loose covering leg. Donna snarled back at the big blonde,
"don't get so technical, Bitch, just slap the mat if it's anywhere close." At
that very moment, with Tonia now looking up somewhat irritatingly at the
birthday girl, Randi, twisting her lithe frame with every bit of energy she
must have had left, managed to turn into Jenny and out of imminent pin danger.
Jenny groaned at the lost opportunity, but just as desperately now tried to
re-establish control. Their beautiful legs were slapping around together,
noisily, wetly, sleek muscles slicked down with sweat. And amazingly, given
the fact she clearly had the bigger, presumably much stronger, legs, Jenny had
squandered any semblance of leg control, with Randi twisting her lean body
even more and shifting into a side-on position facing the older brunette as
the leggy bimbo pulled those sleek gams completely out from under Jenny's
pawing counterparts. And now, as I blinked in amazement, and Donna next to me
let out with a low growl of smug glee, Randi was not only turning into her,
but rolling right up on top of the despairing former wrestling champion. Jenny
was almost in a panic, crying out in surprise as her shoulders briefly touched
the mat once before wriggling up. But she flailed about uselessly, as if she'd
forgotten all about such elementary things like pushing into a bridge to try
to escape her startling predicament. And Tonia, poised to slap the mat next to
Randi's tilted shoulders just seconds before, was still lurking, but over
Jenny's writhing, turned body. Incredibly, with Randi basically doing little
more than falling over the top of her, Jenny's tilted shoulders settled
dangerously close to the mat a second time, then dipped even lower. I thought
I could still see space between her right shoulder blade and the mat, but not
much; and the left shoulder was already pancaked flat. Jenny twisted the right
one up in a frantic frenzy now, but too late. With a resounding "SMACK",
Tonia's hand had bounced off the mat and Randi slowly peeled off her stunned
slave-mate, the slender cheerleader looking equally stunned by the sudden turn
of events.

I started to protest, mumbling, "hey, wait"; but next to me, Donna growled,
"put a sock in it, Joey, a pin's a pin!" Well, not exactly in my book, but I
wasn't going to argue this particular point. It was a lucky, make that
dubious, pin for the leggy cheerleader I forced myself to rationalize; and it
couldn't happen again, or could it?

Jenny was drained from the frenzied struggle there at the end, but also looked
peeved, which I thought was a good sign. Randi was equally drained, both girls
really sucking air in the short break, and sucking down the water bottles now,
the first they'd been offered since their match began. I merely sucked down my
latest beer and immediately grabbed another longneck, my head still swimming.
There was a lot of "sucking" going on, even as the big, bitchin looking
blonde, Tonia, started to get the two gasping, dead-tired beauties ready for
the next fall.

They grappled from their knees yet again, Jenny still looking shell-shocked by
the sudden turn-around and loss of a fall just a minute ago, while Randi
appeared to be riding an adrenaline spike from the same startlingly quick
reversal of fortunes. The little cheerleader almost too easily got behind and
in some semblance of control over my former classmate, emerging on top as
Jenny lay twisted over on to her stomach after the brief struggle. Jenny just
lay there for a few moments, trying to catch her breath, while Randi, eager to
press her advantage, but awkward in her moves, fumbled with the best way to
try to turn her heavier foe. Randi's hesitation cost her at first, with the
lethargic older girl finally clicking in enough to push back up to all fours
while Randi, drawing in big gulps of air above her, flailed around
ineffectually. Jenny was up to all fours for sure beneath Randi's inept,
pawing semblance of a tight waist ride, but then got sloppy herself on a
sit-out attempt, her weight too far back as she tried to slip out and around
the leggy bimbo. Randi instinctively hooked Jenny's right arm before she could
get loose, and then had enough presence of mind to suck my long-time "goddess"
back. Jenny, off balance, suddenly had her shoulders settling to the mat yet
again, but was sadly fighting it more with an anguished groan than with the
half-hearted writhing of her sweat-drenched body. Almost disbelieving that she
was doing this so quickly a second straight time, Randi plopped down over
Jenny's upturned face, pressing her sinking shoulders flat for a brief moment
while Jenny, still groaning in dismay, kicked and writhed and belatedly pushed
into a desperation bridge. But too late; Tonia's hand had already smacked the
mat, and shockingly, this quick fall had squared the match at 2 falls apiece.

Next to me, even her "royal haughtiness", Donna, seemed a little stunned by
the quick pin, exclaiming under her breath, "hot damn, the little bimbo is
full of surprises." And then, turning to me, she added, "It's sad, isn't it
Joey, how far your little slutty pal has fallen? I mean, she can't even hold
off this sexy little fluff of a cheerleader. Sheesh, she really is pathetic.
But she still has a chance to get back on top, something she seemed incapable
of against me and Tonia, hee hee." Donna was all full of herself, and too
eager to relish Jenny's admittedly sad struggles. And I wasn't amused in the
least. But I stayed silent, and stayed in my seat, bleary eyes staring at poor
Jen as Randi peeled off her after this latest embarrassing pin. The leggy
cheerleader seemed almost in a daze herself at this point, disbelief written
all over her pretty face; while Jenny, unlike the previous fall, looked more
crestfallen than peeved; not a good sign. But I still believed in her,
refusing to buy into Donna's smug, condescending assertion that the once
formidable campus champion "still had a chance" against this leggy fluff of a
cheerleader. Lamely, I offered encouragement, almost cringing as I anticipated
Donna's reaction, but croaking out nevertheless, "you can do it, Jen!" Beside
me Donna merely smirked, but thankfully kept her invasive hands, and legs, to
herself this time; while out on the mat Jenny lifted her weary head briefly
and smiled wanly. She'd heard me. I thought that was a good sign.

They were given a short water break now, both girls eagerly draining all the
precious liquid they could, while the beer and wine was getting to many of us
around the mat as we headed to the bathrooms. Donna, ever the good hostess, in
some respects at least, charitably gave her slaves an extra few minutes, while
her assembled guests trickled back to their seats. Soon enough it was
"showtime" again, Tonia waving Jen and Randi together.

I thought the extra break time would help Jen, re-ignite the hunger to claim
this bizarre match title I'd seen earlier. Certainly the thin smile she'd
given me just a minute or so ago was encouraging. I expected her to come back
with a vengeance, put the fluffy, undeserving cheerleader in her rightful
place, that is flat on the mat. As with many other things that had happened to
her, or that she'd done in the past half-year or so, Jenny was about to
surprise me again. In a word, she didn't rally like a re-awakened champion,
far from it. She should have been angrily chewing this leggy little fluff up
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, then spitting her out vengefully. Instead
she just let Randi, who now clearly possessed what passed for the "Big Mo" in
this bizarre match, dictate the slow, sloppy tempo.

They fumbled around wearily from their knees for maybe a minute before Randi
got behind Jenny again. Jenny was still nominally trying, it seemed, but
wrestling as if in a fog. The former champion turned into Randi then, but in
the sloppy, exhaustion ridden, tangle of arms and legs, it was Jenny's
shoulders tilting to the mat as they tumbled off their knees. Jenny struggled
to bring her shoulders up out of immediate danger while Randi tried to cover
her for another quick pin. And she did manage to wriggle over to her stomach
under Randi's fumbling pin attempt, forestalling Tonia's "fast trigger hand".
Jenny now slowly pushed up to all fours, her head down, gulping big breaths of
air with the effort, with Randi laid over her back and looping those long,
lovely legs around Jenny's sweaty flanks. Incredibly, Randi's slender stems
seemed to win this little battle as poor Jen, looking beat and disheartened,
slowly sank face down on the mat. Sadly, this once proud former campus
wrestling champion seemed incapable of holding off even this slender fluff of
a cheerleader turned suspect wrestler.

Yet Randi was hardly putting the big time hurt on her downed girl, rather
doing little more than straddling Jen's backside, the adrenaline surge
fizzling out quickly In a word, she was gassed, just like Jenny beneath her.
But in thinking about it now I really think Jenny "suckered" the little bimbo
just then. Truly looking "beat", she went almost limp beneath the tangle of
Randi's groping legs and arms. And Randi took the fake hook, line, and sinker,
pressing forward into a hasty half nelson. Meeting little resistance from the
"rag-doll" older girl, Randi started to turn Jen to her back, grunting with
the effort of lifting her heavier foe. But apparent "pinning dummy" Jen
suddenly whipped her big, dark legs to and fro as she twisted and writhed,
slipping out of Randi's grasp, her legs swinging around while turning and
rolling up on top of the startled cheerleader. Just like that Jenny, shucking
off the numbing exhaustion for a crucial second or two, had regained control.
And she kept on going, showing her experience by wrapping the hapless
cheerleader up in a double arm bar, and turning her to her back. This time
Jenny's hold didn't slip away, and her shoulder wasn't in the way as she
worked for the pin. She had her clearly, and Tonia's slap of the mat a second
or so later made it official. Jenny was back ahead 3-2, slipping gratefully
off the flattened bimbo; and she was back in command; or was she?

For a while, certainly, Randi had seized the big MO, the slender bimbo
rallying from 2 falls down to knot it up 2-2, before my laboring goddess had
sucked it up big time and just now scored the go-ahead fall with that nifty
reversal and double arm bar for the pin. Now Jenny used her size and
experience advantage to wrestle the slinky bimbo down yet again, the former
champion taking in deep gulps of air and exhaling forcefully with each labored
breath as she arm wrestled the equally tired and winded younger girl from on
top. She looked to be in control, yet, somewhat surprisingly, Jenny's attack
stalled out as Randi managed to block yet another double arm bar attempt by
the more experienced wrestler. I could see Jenny's spirits sagging just a bit
after this surprising rebuke; she no doubt believed, or wanted to believe,
that Randi had all but flicked it in after that disheartening reversal and pin
the younger brunette had suffered just a minute or so earlier. But Randi was
hanging in, stubbornly resisting, as Jen tried to keep the advantage. Jenny,
frustrated, her mouth open, foam specked tongue wagging, abandoned the
faltering double arm attempt, moving instead, albeit a bit sluggishly, to the
prone cheerleader's left side, trying to sink in a half nelson. But Randi had
already pushed up off the mat slightly, twisting her head and neck out of the
nelson and then, from her knees, turning into Jenny, stubbornly refusing to go
quietly.

The grappled wearily, each on their knees, both gasping and grunting with the
desperate effort. Their arms entangled, sweat drenched bodies twisting with
the excruciating effort, they fell together to the mat, both beauties lying on
one hip facing each other, arms and legs entwined in the desperate struggle.
Jenny's beautiful legs, bigger and more muscular than Randi's lean lovely
pair, seemed to gain the edge, her right, upper leg sliding over Randi's upper
leg. She started to roll up on top, grunting with the effort, straining
mightily in an attempt to press her advantage. But Randi somehow wriggled her
left leg, which I'd thought to be hopelessly smothered between Jenny's bigger,
stronger legs, knifing it slowly, but steadily up higher between Jenny's pair.
I could see Jenny's sweat drenched thighs tense and quiver as she tried to
clamp down on the slinky bimbo's leg, but couldn't. I was squirming in my
chair, wondering what must be going through their minds while this steamy
stalemate went on and on.

(Inside Jenny's head)

She tried to blink back the sensations, but couldn't, the haunting, sweetly
tormenting images continued to flood her muddled mind. Those other things, the
aching muscles, lungs burning, were mere distractions. She'd fought through
such simple surface distress so many times before and always persevered in the
end. That's what undefeated champions did. But THAT DAY, half a year ago or so
now, EVERYTHING had changed; for the BETTER her new Mistress had constantly
reminded her, a fact she had, finally, somewhat grudgingly, come to accept. It
was still so clear, so deliciously clear, she realized, blinking at the
incessant image, of Donna's big, gorgeous, supremely powerful and possessive
legs roving unchecked over her own spent, rubbery pair; the final surge she
was too weak and exhausted to check, rolling to her back with an almost
blissful sense of grateful relief, her feeble little gasp of total surrender
at the end THAT DAY perhaps signaling, she'd learned, her acceptance of the
"better", more natural path she was soon to embrace. "Don't be afraid of the
sensations," Mistress had explained at some point, "sometimes it's BETTER"____
there's that word again she idly mused ___ "to just let yourself go, surrender
to the moment, to something or someone you know you cannot resist." Like just
the present moment, for instance, the silky warmth, the other's muscles still
firm enough, and so wet, wonderful, and relentlessly pressing ever higher up
between her own helplessly parting legs, possessing the moment, possessing
her. Deep down she now knew she was unable to resist them. Her parted thighs
fairly vibrated, humming with muscular exhaustion, and something more; they
were letting go, they, she, surrendering to the moment, as she should. It was
better that way, she realized, no longer uselessly trying to blink away the
sensation. She tilted her head back, rasping thinly, if heatedly,
"gunnnnnnnnhhh."

(Randi's thoughts)

"Use your best assets," the message could not be more perfectly clear she'd
slowly learned. Truth is, she'd never really wanted to try this strange sport
they called wrestling. It was hard, exhausting, too demanding of her lovely,
but ill-suited slim, lithe, long-legged body. Cheerleading was certainly never
this hard, NEVER! She had finally accepted that this was something she needed
to be doing, more importantly this was something Mistress wanted her to do. So
she tried, but it was hard to believe in the "small victories" Mistress had
assured her would come. "You've got killer legs, " Donna had once reminded
her, "but they certainly aren't the strongest; so use them in other ways if
you have to; they're still your best assets." She even remembered the first
time it really clicked in, wrapping her slinky, silky charms, clearly her best
physical assets, most everyone agreed, around the tiring legend late in their
tournament match. It had truly been a rush to feel the bigger girl sink face
down to the mat, groaning as she, herself, who thought for so long she just
wanted to be a cheerleader, deliberately raked her sleek, "killer" legs up and
down across the renowned wrestler's quivering flanks. To her utter surprise,
if not also Jen's, she'd actually tilted the bigger girl's shoulders toward
the mat that day, but much too late to even come close to winning the match.
Yet it was her first "small victory" in this strange, demanding sport. She was
getting much the same "rush" now, the heady, almost euphoric thrill of yet
another "small victory" as she pushed her BEST ASSETS ever higher between her
slave-mate's yielding bigger legs. She shuddered as she heard Jenny's almost
sweetly tormented cry while rolling on top of her. She only half stifled her
own cry of raw pleasure on seeing the former champion's head tilt back, mouth
ajar, that plaintive moan clearly registering Jen's surrender to the moment,
to her own BEST ASSETS!

(back to Joey's perspective)

Randi's sleek thigh had continued to slither ever higher up between Jenny's
slowly spreading legs. I could hear Jenny only half stifle a low groan as she
tried to bear down, pressing forward, briefly tilting Randi's shoulders back,
her full, smoothly muscled thighs fairly quivering, trembling violently in the
renewed effort. But, incredibly, Randi had fought back yet again, her
shoulders inching back to vertical, exquisitely formed, sleek thigh knifing
ever deeper between Jenny's quivering pair as she pushed hard with her free
leg. Jenny barely choked off yet another low groan; but suddenly gasped
loudly, her head tilting back, mouth gaping open as her own shoulders suddenly
dipped toward the mat.

Startled, I stared anew at the sweaty tangle of legs, saw that Randi's slender
thigh was now pushed right up almost into Jenny's blue clad crotch. And
Jenny's full, glistening thighs were fairly steaming, and vibrating, her head
lolling, loud, continuous moans escaping her spittle choked lips. She was
barely holding on, and soon not even that, as the little bimbo was battling
bravely with multiple weapons, the most stunningly noticeable being the fact
that her luscious left leg was now wedged right into Jenny's wringing wet
crotch. Poor Jen groaned loudly, exquisite torment betrayed in her fairly
whimpered cries as she yielded to the smaller brunette and those knifing,
killer legs, while her shoulders slipped back ever closer to the mat. Jenny
tried to pull her head up in a last gasp effort to resist her slinky
slave-mate; but Randi was now rolling up into her, Jenny's trembling legs
first spreading, then quickly surrendering the heated struggle as rubbery,
exhausted muscles gave way all too quickly.

Randi was not to be denied, rolling right up on top of my splayed long-time
goddess; the cheerleader's left thigh now laid out squarely over Jenny's
wringing wet blue bikini panties. That sleek, sweaty thigh muscle slithered up
and down across the older girl's crotch with a wet, sucking sound. And poor
Jen could no longer cope, left arm laid back over her head, while the right
arm pushed weakly, haplessly, at her marauding slave-mate. The older girl's
eyes were half closed, legs spreading ever wider and pawing but feebly, her
shoulders lingering but scant inches off the mat. Not five feet away from it
all I was squirming helplessly, distraught, disbelieving, hopelessly aroused
by the whole incredible scene. Beside me, Her Haughtiness merely smiled,
wickedly. Tonia was just seconds away from slapping the mat over poor Jen's
flattening shoulders.

(Jenny's mind, again)

It was all happening so fast, first the tremors, then the tingling, quickly
building to an electric buzz racing through her entire body, finally the
sweeping surrender of exhausted, over-heated muscles, as Randi's warm,
wonderful, invasive thighs had first pushed up into, then all over her
pleasantly spent dark legs in a warm, euphoric rush. It was like D'j# vu,
again, flashbacks to that first devastating, yet also strangely exciting,
moment when she let go, first offered herself up to her adored Mistress and
those impossibly sculpted, strong, dominant legs. Officially it was a shocking
first ever defeat, but Mistress had taught her it was something much more
lasting and important than that; call it an essential life lesson if you will.
There were other flashbacks racing at breakneck speed through her dazed
senses, but it was now just a big blur. She tilted her head to one side,
seeing the raised arm beginning to drop, Tonia's hand moving as if in slow
motion to its appointed impact with the grimy mat right before her blearily
staring brown eyes. There was nothing she could do about it, nothing she cared
to do about it now save feel it so intensely. Still staring at the slowly
descending hand, she cried out finally, "gawwwwwwwd", splayed body jolting
sharply, as flesh met shiny, rubbery plastic; another lesson learned, and
accepted.

(back to Joey)

Tonia, who'd dropped down next to the sweaty tangle, had held off on her usual
"trigger" hand for what seemed an eternity. The big, beautiful blonde seemed
entranced as anybody by the steamy struggle, not wanting to end it with a
premature slap of the mat. So she held off for agonizing seconds; while Randi,
grunting and gasping with the effort, finally hooked the bigger brunette's
right arm, tucking it in close to Jenny's reddened, fevered face. Poor Jen
sank slowly down, groaning helplessly, almost heatedly it seemed, looking at
it in hindsight now. Her shoulders were clearly pressed flat to the mat. Slim
little Randi, little fluffy, slinky cheerleader turned novice wrestler turned
leg assassin, HAD HER, Tonia finally snapping to life and slapping the mat
with a dramatic flourish. The slender cheerleader had pinned my long-time
goddess and former champion, AGAIN! My own rock hard member barely held off on
an imminent explosion as I heard the slap of the mat and saw the exquisitely
tormented look of utter helplessness flash across poor Jen's pretty face, the
sharp jerk of her pinioned body accompanying her feeble cry of surrender at
that very moment she yielded the fall to her slinky rival.

The match was now squared at 3 falls apiece, and Jenny and Randi, certainly,
indeed damn near all of us watching, save perhaps the regal "birthday girl"
herself, were all but done in by the heated struggle we'd just witnessed.
Poor, poor Jenny was the biggest mess, just lying there gasping, her crotch
and upper thighs steaming, while Randi, gaping and gasping for air herself,
slowly peeled off the plastered older brunette. Though caught up in my own
desperate struggle to stave off an embarrassing sticky release, I nevertheless
couldn't help cringing as I heard Donna cheerfully chirp to anybody who cared
to listen, "Hey, I taught the bimbo that neat little trick; gets 'em every
time, especially that horny little slut Jen, hah hah!"

Out there on the mat, Donna's duly anointed "horny little slut", admittedly
looking every bit that, and then some, at the present moment, whimpered softly
as her still splayed body gave another sharp jerk before settling into a
continuing pattern of light shudders and trembles. She looked all USED UP, no
make that COMPLETELY USED UP, but it wasn't over, YET!

(To be continued)

[Augur]

Donna and Jenny, Part 4: "May the best legs win" -
by Jobber Joe  jobberboy2002@yahoo.com


Preface to this latest episode:

In the immediately preceding part of this story (see above, posted at Valkyrie
site in February of this year), leggy cheerleader, Randi, has yet again
battled back with all weapons at her disposal, chief among them being those
long sleek legs, to shockingly square the Slave Championship match against
bigger, more experienced Jenny, the former campus wrestling champion, at 3
falls apiece. Now, each girl must dig deep to find the strength and resolve to
carry on against numbing exhaustion, and other things, tearing at both.

First girl to rack up seven pins becomes Donna's "slave champion", with all
the dubious perks that may entail. But can they possibly make it through even
the next fall? The story continues with Joey's narrative.

Continuing Story:

Both girls were in desperate shape, numbing exhaustion tearing at their
beautiful, sweat-drenched bodies. Randi, even though she'd just registered
this last fall after a long steamy struggle, wobbled horribly from all fours
as she moved haltingly toward the center of the mat for the restart. From her
mat-side perch, Donna hollered at Tonia, now, "help the little bimbo out
there, hun," even as she suddenly got up herself and walked toward the two
dead tired brunettes. Tonia, no doubt thinking she was heeding the "birthday
girl's" request, reached for Randi's near arm as if to help guide the woozy
young brunette the rest of the way back to the center start spot. But Donna,
moving swiftly now, planted a bare foot right on Randi's tight little butt and
pushed hard with one muscled beauty, spilling the slinky cheerleader face down
on the carpet. The "Mistress of Ceremonies" then turned her attention to
Jenny, who was just now getting up to a shaky crouch nearby, while laughing at
Tonia, "peel that sorry slut off my mat and drag her the rest of the way,
hun... you were being too, too nice to her." Tonia did as told this time,
roughly grabbing poor Randi by her near arm and dragging the thinly moaning
beauty the few remaining feet, before propping her back up on all fours.
Meanwhile, Donna had turned her attention back to poor Jen, once a proud and
brave campus wrestling champion, now reduced to cowering at her young
dominator's feet while Donna sneered down at her contemptuously and snarled,
"you're pathetic, SLUT, aren't you?"

Amazingly, distressingly from my point of view, poor Jen, who'd been crouching
shakily from all fours, head down, nodded her head a couple of times, meekly
whimpering, "yes" in response. I was both filled with a quick sense of rage
and perverse arousal watching Jenny shamelessly capitulate to the haughty
younger brunette. Donna now shoved one big, smoothly muscled thigh up against
Jen's reddened face, yanking the older girl's head up as she did so by tugging
on her damp dark locks. Then, as is her wont, she instantly turned from
snarling tormentress to seductive temptress by cooing almost lovingly at the
cowering woman at her feet while coyly lifting the edge of her red shorts and
patting the broad expanse of newly revealed upper thigh, "you want some of
this don't you dearie?" Jenny softly whimpered, "yes, Mistress," to which
Donna, beaming broadly, brushed that awesome thigh right across poor Jen's
spittle caked lips, purring as she dropped her death grip on the older girl's
hair and pushed her aside abruptly, "you only get a quick taste now, dearie;
but all ya gotta do is beat that little shit over there and you can worship
this dynamite bod the whole night long... yeah, you'll like that, won't you,
ya horny little slut?" Once again, Jen, every bit the "horny little slut", as
Donna had said, at the present moment, meekly nodded her head as she cowered
now a few feet from her mistress. Donna just laughed at the sniveling creature
before planting the heel of her foot on the side of Jen's hip, knocking her
over as she pranced back to her mat-side seat, leaving Tonia to arm drag the
spent older brunette the few remaining feet to where slave mate, Randi,
waited.

They were ready now, or as ready as two utterly exhausted young women could
ever be. Tonia gave the signal to begin and the two sweaty beauties groped
clumsily at each other, each teetering shakily from her knees as they came
together. After a brief stalemate, Jenny, bigger and heavier, managed to push
Randi down beneath her, Randi resisting some, but slowly sinking face down
beneath the older brunette. Jenny looked slightly buoyed by the quick
advantage gained; and for a brief, but only a brief, instant I thought I could
see some of that old determined look of a champion flash across her pretty
face. She straddled the slinky cheerleader, sinking in a somewhat labored and
sloppy double arm bar while Randi squirmed beneath her. But Randi, fighting
through the exhaustion, didn't just lie there and give up. Squirming, the
leggy bimbo turned her head up, twisting one arm away, slipping out of Jenny's
double arm attempt; then, amazingly, even with Jenny's more muscular legs
wrapped around hers, the slinky brunette somehow started to push up to all
fours with Jenny draped all over her. Jenny, groaning softly, dug in from on
top, planting her tanned legs, pushing forward, slowly shoving Randi face down
yet again. But Randi kept squirming; and this time, as my one-time goddess
went for her old reliable half nelson, Jenny's forearm slipped down the side
of Randi's sweat-slickened neck as she tried to tilt the younger girl's
shoulders into pinning position. Randi had given her the slip yet again,
wriggling her head free as Jenny, pausing to try to catch her breath, just lay
on top of her after this latest failed move.

It was now a full-scale battle for survival for each; and suddenly I got a
clammy feeling as I sensed Jenny was almost too exhausted to go on even
another second. She was just lying there on top of the smaller girl while
Randi, gasping and grunting, slowly started to push back up to all fours.
Jenny had her usually strong legs wrapped all over the slinky cheerleader;
but, weakened by rubbery exhaustion, they couldn't seem to hold the bimbo
down! Randi was up to a shaky crouch now, with Jenny still draped all over her
back and legs, really laboring, exhausted legs pawing, slithering against
Randi's glistening gams, trying desperately to break the smaller girl back
down. But Randi wasn't heading to the mat this time, starting to slowly
slither out from Jenny's draped form. Jenny snapped to just a bit now,
recognizing the urgency, moving to Randi's left side, trying for an arm bar,
her right leg still hooked inside of Randi's legs. Randi turned into her
though, yanking her lovely legs away from Jenny's faltering leg lock.

They were now facing each other from their knees, Jenny going in under Randi's
pawing arms, wrapping her own arms wearily around the slinky brunette's
slender waist in an apparent takedown attempt. Randi sprawled out over her,
long, lovely legs pawing at the mat behind her as Jenny shuffled forward,
pushing the smaller girl back slowly, Randi slithering on her knees across the
sweat-slickened mat. But Randi dug in after yielding a yard or so of slippery
mat, slim, luscious legs spread wide, reaching out over Jenny's back and
placing her left hand on the mat for balance with her one arm, while the other
barred Jenny's head to one side. I didn't realize the little fluff of a
cheerleader knew even this kind of basic wrestling counter move; but she'd not
only learned it somewhere, but was now using it quite effectively against the
vastly more experienced wrestler in former champion, Jenny. The older brunette
groaned, head jammed over to her left by Randi's barred arm, her own arms
still locked around the younger woman's slender torso, but now doing little
more than holding on desperately. Too soon, her stretched out arms were
trembling violently, her grip faltering.

It was a steamy stalemate at the moment; yet Randi kept barring her head, and
now Jenny was really gasping and struggling to hold on, her arms steadily
slipping away from Randi's twisting body. Slowly, ever so slowly, poor Jen
sank chest down to the mat, her rubbery legs pawing weakly at the mat behind
her in a futile, failing effort to regain her knees. Randi released her arm
bar, started to move to Jenny's side. Jenny desperately tried to slither
around to keep squared up on her slinky foe; but Randi, seizing the advantage
and riding a quick adrenaline surge, was not to be denied; and Jenny, utterly
spent by the failing effort to, first, control and take down her young foe,
and second, to merely hold off the slinky cheerleader, moved sluggishly, arms
and legs numbed by exhaustion. Randi too easily shed the last of Jenny's
weakly clutching hands, the older girl's fingers slipping helplessly away from
the slick, smooth muscles in the backs of Randi's sleek legs. Randi, fighting
the numbing exhaustion herself, but still fueled by the quick adrenaline spike
as she spun around the exhausted former wrestling champion, was now behind and
moving on top of poor Jen, locking her lovely gams around Jenny's dark,
trembling counterparts.

Jenny, gasping and grunting, switched briefly into desperate survival mode,
instinctively trying to push up to all fours after her collapse down to the
mat. But she lingered there in a shaky half crouch, legs and arms trembling,
gasping for big sucking gulps of air while Randi snaked her shapely legs
around hers again and started to slowly push the bigger girl back down. Jenny
was moaning loudly as she slowly sank toward the mat, Randi crawling right up
on her back, thrusting her sleek beauties down and back, pushing against
Jenny's bigger, but desperately weakened, and quickly yielding, legs. The
bimbo cheerleader sank in a half nelson, Randi's own movements sloppy and slow
in execution, but meeting virtually no resistance by this point from the
collapsing former champion. Jenny's head tilted forward in Randi's nelson
hold, her forehead meeting the mat first, followed by quivering belly, heaving
chest, and finally the right side of her face as she sank fully face down
beneath the leggy little bimbo.

Randi, with a quick cry of triumph, scrambled on top of the collapsed older
girl, tightening down her leg noose, those heavenly gams wrapped all over poor
Jen's stretched back legs. But, with Jenny now down below her, Randi's
adrenaline surge abruptly ended, and the leggy cheerleader, spent by her
inspired labors, was suddenly doing little more than laying on top of the
equally exhausted older girl. The whole steamy affair had ground to a virtual
halt, and Mistress wasn't pleased, growling at her two spent slaves, "get your
cute little asses in gear, girlies, or there'll be hell to pay with me,
understand?" There was no intelligible response from either woman, both Randi
and Jenny emitting weak groans and grunts as they heard the sharp voice of
their adored mistress piercing their clouded, exhaustion-laden minds.

Jenny stirred first from what seemed like a mutual slumber, shaking her head
wanly, loosening Randi's haphazardly applied nelson hold, struggling beneath
Randi's draped body in an attempt to push back up to all fours. But Jen's arms
were shaking uncontrollably, and those usually strong, smoothly muscled legs
were all but gone, pure rubber, quaking as she shakily pushed a mere few
inches off the grimy mat. Randi snapped to a slight bit on sensing movement
beneath her draped form, the younger woman grimacing as she re-tightened her
leg lock around Jenny's violently trembling pair, her own slim, sleek beauties
trembling as well, but holding on well enough to stifle any escape hopes poor
Jen may have still harbored. Randi now found enough strength to lean out over
the shuddering, shaking older brunette, pushing with both hands on the back of
her head. Jenny's newly softened tummy jiggled with her tortured movements as
she lingered with that softened belly scant inches off the mat, desperately
trying to will her once strong, athletic body on. But there was nothing left
to draw on. She couldn't get up any further, arms and legs trembling, belly
now sagging down as her back swayed under Randi's weight, the younger brunette
catching a bit of a second wind while she pulled her long, lovely legs
forward, hooking them inside of Jenny's horribly weakened bigger legs now,
then stretching them back as she leaned forward, really reefing on Jenny's
bowed head. Randi began to slide her slickened legs up and down with the
effort, her taut calves sliding against Jenny's inner thighs as she did so,
the leggy bimbo digging deep, pushing with everything she had left.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the slinky cheerleader's little
rocking horse motion, her hot legs slithering all up and down and over and
around Jenny's straining legs was doing something terrible to my tormented
goddess. Jenny gave one last faltering attempt to push up, but instead her
shoulders sagged, back swaying even more, soft, jiggling belly now scraping
the mat beneath her. The tortured groan that escaped her lips was more like a
thin, whimpered gasp, "unnnnngggggggghhh"; her brown legs were drenching wet
and steaming, the big thigh muscles slack and quivering, and literally being
swallowed up by Randi's sleek, slithering beauties as they were stretched ever
further back, back, back!

(Inside Jenny's head)

With head jammed down like this, her liquid brown eyes were staring back
directly at their sweaty tangle of legs. She continued to stare dumbly, almost
strangely detached from the lung searing, desperately failing, physical battle
to keep from sinking to the mat beneath the other's surging attack. She
blinked again at the startling contrast, her own bigger, darker legs, rubbery
thigh muscles quaking violently, being consumed in a dizzying, delicious rush
by the smaller, sleeker, but now startlingly firmer and stronger "killer" legs
of the slinky cheerleader. She felt her right arm buckling weakly, struggled
half-heartedly to maintain her crouching position, but found herself swaying
dizzily, head jammed even further beneath her heaving chest by that warm,
wonderful creature above her, the other's apparent surging strength magnified
by her own desperate weakness. Her soft, jiggling belly dipped as she arched
her back, mouth open in a silent moan, the somewhat flabby belly flesh rubbing
against the grimy mat surface in her waning, faltering battle to stay up on
all fours. Her trembling, exhausted body ached with an exquisitely tormented
buzz, bucking feebly beneath the relentless pressure and devouring presence of
her slinky tormentor. But it was all too much, and all too natural to even try
to resist any longer. Rubbery thighs collapsing beneath the delicious firm,
wrapped warmth of the other's all consuming legs, she started to slip forward
with a feeble little moan of agony/ecstasy, her weakened arms buckling,
Randi's hot, devouring legs cradling her own melting legs as she dropped face
down to the mat. Behind her the sweetly tormenting buzz had dissolved into a
wet, sticky flood smeared across her soft, quivering thighs, the sweet flood
intensifying with each spasmodic tremor rippling through her surrendering body
and smothered legs.

She lay now with head turned sideways, her liquid brown eyes staring
mindlessly at the dizzying swirl of shapes and colors around them. She only
half stifled a soft groan as stretched back legs yet again jerked
spasmodically, the sticky flood from her sudden release pooling beneath her
big soft thighs as they lay pressed tight to the mat beneath and between the
warm, wet and wonderful legs of her slinky tormentor. She could hear Randi's
own shallow gasps, feel the hot, labored breaths rustling the soft hairs at
the nape of her neck while the cheerleader's heavenly body lay draped over
hers. She somehow knew that this strange, almost peaceful, and intensely
pleasurable interlude was only a momentary pause in the sweetly tormenting
struggle they were mutually engaged. Yet her fight here was almost over;
instinctively she realized that, could feel it so intensely, now. She wriggled
weakly, almost expectantly, half stifling a fresh new gasp, "aghhhh", as she
felt the other stir above her, luscious, close wrapped legs reactively
squeezing the squishy soft muscles of her own smothered thighs. She was no
longer wriggling, just lying there panting while the electric spasms swept
through her stretched out, tingling body, surrendering to the moment, to that
slinky dream draped all over her blissfully wasted body.

(Inside Randi's head)

The feeling, the incredible rush she'd felt earlier when rolling on top of the
renowned wrestler to square their match at three falls apiece, was back,
almost orgasmic in its intensity this time, her long, lean, sweat-drenched
legs fairly vibrating as she squeezed them against Jenny's sloppily soft,
yielding thighs, the leggy cheerleader thrilling to the low gurgling moan
escaping Jenny's lips, the sudden sharp jerk of the other girl's collapsing
body, intensely feeling the sudden, startling sense of strength and conquest
while her groaning slave mate sank face down on the canvas beneath her. She
struggled to catch her breath, expelling an ecstatic gasp, which beat down
against the soft hairs at the base of Jenny's neck, the older girl jerking and
trembling yet again beneath her close wrapped body in spasmodic response. Now,
She felt a weak ripple of resistance from her fallen slave mate, Jenny
stirring sluggishly beneath her, one big, dark leg slithering forward, rubbing
against her covering thigh. She smiled thinly at the pleasurable sensations
rocketing through her while their hot, wet legs rubbed together. She fought
through the electric jolts gripping her lithe, super-aroused body, gathered
herself anew, strangely grateful for the renewed challenge, pressing forward
now, living the basic truth in Mistress' words, "use your best assets,"
emphatically answering the other's feeble writhing with a reflexive flex of
steaming, devouring thigh muscles. She gurgled with primal, predatory pleasure
on feeling the spasms beneath her and hearing the faintest cry of tormented
surrender as she yet again stretched that dark limb back, OWNING the other's
legs, that deliciously spent body, and soon, she hoped, EVERYTHING of
importance in their private battle for the special affections of their adored
Mistress.

(Back in the gallery)

I had gasped in stunned disbelief, groaning in perverse arousal at the same
time, as I watched the former champion's arms buckle at the elbow, her all
wrapped up legs splaying out and stretching back; then suddenly give way, my
former classmate whimpering feebly while sinking face down yet again with
slender Randi and her gorgeous "killer" legs still wrapped all over her
collapsed body. Even as I'd watched my "goddess" collapse beneath the slinky
long-legged cheerleader, I'd experience a sudden flashback to the telephone
call from college pal, Todd, a month or so back, remembering so vividly his
excited description of the tournament match between Jenny and Randi that I'd
missed. He had been describing the end of that match, to my knowledge the
first time Jenny and Randi had ever wrestled each other. Jenny had won that
match, quite easily to look at the final score, but what really got to Todd
was watching Randi narrow Jenny's ultimate margin of victory with a belated
rally over my apparently exhausted former classmate. As he described it then,
"Gawwd toward the end there the Randi chick had those long, luscious legs
wrapped all over your girl; and she was really stretching her out. Jenny just
kinda lay there, looking all worn out, but still quite sexy if you know what I
mean".

I knew exactly what he meant. It was like deja vu hearing Todd describe what
happened then and seeing it happen now. Poor Jenny just lay on the mat, face
tilted over to one side, staring right at most of us watching; her eyes were
liquid, unfocused, prone body shuddering uncontrollably. Gawwwwd, I hated to
admit it myself, but the poor thing had never looked so damn sexy as she did
just then, all stretched out and stunningly rendered helpless beneath the
luscious wrapped body and drop dead gorgeous legs of that slim bimbo, Randi.

Still, even at that I half expected Jenny to somehow catch her breath, regain
her composure and push up off the mat, shedding this latest pretender to her
wrestling supremacy. But she stayed plastered to the mat while Randi, drawing
again on a quick adrenaline spike, sunk in a new half nelson, her fingers
digging determinedly into the back of Jenny's sweat-drenched neck. Jenny
merely groaned, too beat to even move her head in response, much less attempt
to wriggle free of the nelson hold. Randi reached over with her free right
arm, grabbing Jenny's right arm, pulling it behind the groaning older girl's
back after an all too brief struggle. And Jenny continued to just lie there
meekly, unmoving, absolutely spent, her right arm tucked back in Randi's arm
bar, left arm lifted high by the slender cheerleader's nelson lock. She was
hopelessly trapped, nowhere to go but over to her back, if Randi could summon
that one burst of strength still needed to turn her heavier foe.

She could, and did, moving to Jenny's left side, planting her long, lovely
legs on the mat while driving into the half nelson. As I said, Jenny had
nothing left, either in that once fabulous athletic bod, or, more
distressingly, up inside her head, with which to fight even this little bimbo
off. Quickly now, she yielded to Randi's driving pressure, tilting up and then
over with another feeble little moan of utter surrender, shoulders plastered
to the mat as Randi lay over her bent and pinned body.

(Back inside Randi's head)

For the briefest moment she had felt a twinge of concern for her fallen slave
mate, even fighting the urge to reach out and soothingly stroke Jenny's matted
dark hair on hearing the latest gurgling whimper and feeling that collapsed
body spasming against the latent power in her coiled legs. But the quick spark
of compassion had almost instantly been consumed by a raging, adrenaline
spiked fury. A tigress unleashed, she drove forward now, the exquisitely
formed muscles in her stunning legs straining, powering her primal assault on
a helplessly weakened, vulnerable prey. She hissed through clenched teeth,
feeling the other yield to her surging strength, to the majesty of her "best
assets", glorying in the feeble little moan heard beneath her as Jenny's
shoulders quickly settled into the mat. She knew she HAD HER!

(Joey's narrative)

Tonia was down there next to the tangled brunettes soon enough, raising her
arm, but holding it there for the longest moment, mouth ajar as if
disbelieving that this slender fluff of a cheerleader could be holding the
more athletically accomplished girl down so easily. But there it was before
all of our eyes, Randi lay all over the whipped former champion as if she was
mauling a limp rag doll. Squirming in exquisite torment myself at the
incredible sight, I almost lost it on the spot when I saw Jenny tilt her head
up, liquid eyes roving to and fro from Randi's grimacing face to Tonia's open
mouthed stare back down at her in the split second before Tonia's hand came
down. Poor Jen looked haunted, hollow eyed, pathetically beaten, in this fall,
and perhaps the rest of the match to follow. Tonia's lifted hand came down
inevitably, the loud thwack of her palm hitting the mat accompanied by a sharp
jerk of Jenny's deliciously twisted, flattened body and heated little gasp
escaping the spittle caked lips of the pinned older brunette.

(inside Jenny's head again)

She had gone over swiftly in a dizzying rush, not really realizing she was on
her back until she felt Randi's hot breath now beating into her flushed cheeks
from above. She felt no sense of panic or desperate urgency to escape, only
the euphoric tingling in her splayed body as she yet again offered it up in
blissful surrender to the leggy little cheerleader. The hand poised next to
her flattened shoulders came down swiftly, promising blessed relief as it met
wet mat with a resounding "smack". She whimpered softly, her bent body jerking
sharply at impact, another, ever more intense, warm flood sweeping across her
violently trembling, splayed legs. And she continued to gurgle in exquisite
torment for endless seconds after that as well, craving every tingling touch
from that wondrous creature draped on top of her, her spent legs jerking and
twitching in the sweet aftermath of her shuddering surrender.

(back on the outside looking on)

As I fought to control my own welling spasms of desperate arousal, but
helplessly felt the telltale twitching down below in my crotch, Randi, now
leading 4-3 in falls, slowly, almost languorously, peeled off her splayed
slave-mate, her pert little mouth open, not only with her labored gasps, but
also as if in utter disbelief at what she'd just pulled off. And poor Jen was
just lying there, right arm still tucked under her back, left arm splayed out
to one side, legs spread wide and spasmodically twitching, head laid over to
one side, her eyes glassily staring at the far wall. Tonia was motioning,
softly imploring both girls to get back to the center circle; but Jenny hardly
looked like she even comprehended what was going on; and Randi was just
sitting there next to Jen, luscious legs curled underneath her, staring down
at her limp opponent. Randi finally asked, somewhat concernedly, "Jen, you
okay?". Jenny only moaned softly in response, slowly pulling her left leg up
until her foot was planted on the mat, that leg crooked at the knee and still
trembling uncontrollably from rubbery exhaustion. Randi put one hand down,
gently stroking it across Jenny's upraised thigh, drawing an immediate low,
long moan from the older girl in response. Still lingering over her fallen
slave mate, Randi quite innocently placed the other hand over Jenny's tummy,
lightly stroking her fingers across the jiggling belly flesh. Almost instantly
Jenny's splayed body jerked sharply again, accompanied by another tormented
gasp escaping her gaping mouth. My own rock hard member surged dangerously at
the same instant, but, like poor Jen, I was almost oblivious to it all by now,
still staring transfixed at my adored long-time goddess as the lithe, leggy,
oh-so-sexy cheerleader, Randi, finally pulled back from her splayed victim.

I continued to stare through bleary, beer-sodden eyes at Randi's incredibly
beautiful legs, the small, but firm, and gracefully sculpted thigh muscles
glistening with sweat and smeared with the sticky release from her still
spasming, slave mate. My ever unruly member was surging dangerously, but still
I could not resist glancing down again in the very next moment to my former
classmate, Jenny, the FALLEN GODDESS, her luscious body splayed helplessly
before the leggy little vixen, looking all deliciously used up, and, yes,
still more incredibly sexy than I'd ever seen her before. And, like poor
Jenny, I lost it, my over-heated member jerking sharply as the spasms overtook
me and I hunched forward in my chair, arms looped around drawn up knees,
desperately trying to hide the embarrassing, spreading wet stain at the front
of my tented up jeans. Next to me, the "Birthday Girl" laughed slyly; I
couldn't tell if she was laughing at my humiliating predicament, or at the
physically and sensually slain Jenny out on the mat, not that it mattered much
really. We were both sorry sights I'm sure.

For when I managed to pull my downcast eyes up briefly upon hearing a weak
little cry from my one-time classmate, there was poor Jenny, a damp, dark
stain spreading across the front of her blue shorts, more dusky dampness
smeared all over her quivering soft thighs, being yanked to a shaky crouch by
that big, beautiful blonde, Tonia, the match referee. And Jenny just slumped
there, one shoulder leaning heavily against the blonde's outer calf, her open
mouth pressed to the soft flesh just above Tonia's kneecap, her nearly limp
body held up off the mat only by Tona's firm grip on her red slave collar. As
said, we were both "sorry sights". I didn't know how Jenny was going to even
answer the call for the next fall, nor did I know how I was going to ever be
able to exit gracefully from my present embarrassing situation. Donna just
about summed it up perfectly when she snorted loudly at length, "Sheesh, you
TWO," meaning Jenny and I, of course, "really are PATHETIC!"

Cringing at her sharp words, I was surely turning several shades of crimson;
for her part poor Jenny was merely dragging, or rather being drug one-armed by
Tonia, back to the center of the mat, where the leggy bimbo cheerleader turned
tigress, Randi, was already waiting, ready to unleash her "killer gams" yet
again on the reeling one-time wrestling queen. Prospects looked bleak, if not
out and out desperate, for both of us.

(to be continued)



***

Donna and Jenny, Part 5: "Final Meltdown"
by Jobber Joe  jobberboy2002@yahoo.com



This is the continuation of a story series first begun in December 2003. In
recent episodes, Jenny, a former college wrestling champion, who has fallen a
long ways since those glory days on the mat, thanks to Muscle Goddess, Donna,
the younger woman who first brought her down, has been forced to fight a leggy
little cheerleader named Randi in front of Donna and some of her friends. Also
present for the occasion is Jenny loyalist, and former classmate, Joey,
himself a former college wrestler. Before the fight, Donna has held a little
ceremony by which both Jenny and Randi have accepted her slave collars. She
then has declared that the first slave to garner 7 falls during their
wrestling match will be her "Slave Champion". While Joey watches and agonizes,
Jenny first appears to hunger for the chance to serve her young Mistress as
champion slave, and gains an early lead; but that ultimately dissolves in two
long, steamy falls in which upstart cheerleader, Randi, uses a little trickery
and much more of her long, sleek legs to mount a comeback against the bigger
and more experienced Jenny, and forge a surprising 4-3 lead in falls. This new
episode, then, picks up at that point, with both women desperately exhausted,
but with the big MO (momentum), and desire, all resting on Randi's slender
person.

On to the remaining part of the fight, told from Joey's perspective, except
where otherwise noted.

Tonia gave the command to start wrestling, and, on hearing a thin little gasp
from out on the mat, I forced myself to look out there yet again, a glutton
for punishment it seems, as, apparently, was poor whipped Jenny. Oh, she made
a half-hearted pretense of trying to battle back as Randi, the instant
aggressor, dove in low on the attack; but Jenny's movements were sloppy, slow,
startlingly inept for such an accomplished wrestler, the former champion
pawing feebly at the lithe cheerleader when Randi tried to tighten down on a
double leg takedown attempt. The younger girl was really straining to hold
tired arms around the back of Jenny's legs; but Jenny, hardly capitalizing on
Randi's obvious struggles, barely even sprawled out over the smaller girl, nor
did she think to bar Randi's head to fight her off. It was as if her mind was
as numbed as her exhausted body, perhaps unable to cope with the shocking
realization that she had been both physically and sexually dominated by the
leggy, alluring little cheerleader during that last fall; and she was doing
nothing to stem the other's surging control of their exhausting slave battle
on the restart. Rather, this once glorious mat goddess was not only utterly
spent, but, more alarmingly, completely spiritless, her former keen fighting
edge long since snuffed out.

With her hapless slave mate doing little or nothing to resist her, Randi's
tenuous hold on Jenny's legs was firming up now, her slender fingers digging
tenaciously into the soft, quivering flesh in the backs of Jenny's brown
thighs as the slinky younger brunette, with gorgeous legs tucked firmly
beneath her, moved to Jenny's side, pulling, tugging on her near leg, spilling
the moaning older girl to the mat beneath her. For a brief moment Jenny's
shoulders were tilted toward the mat; but Tonia showed little interest in
getting down there to watch for a pin; and Randi, showing her inexperience
again, was slow to react, allowing even a sluggishly moving Jenny to
instinctively twist out of immediate pin danger.

But it seemed to be only prolonging the inevitable, for Jenny remained firmly
under Randi's control; and she and Randi both knew it, the leggy cheerleader
smiling through heavy exhalations of breath while stretching out on her side
behind the laboring one-time wrestling goddess, and doing what she did best,
namely wrapping her long, lovely "killer gams" around her spent victim. Jenny
just groaned, arms weakly flailing out in front of her, arching in agony while
Randi tightened down her leg noose, smothering poor Jen's exhausted, softly
quivering thighs. As bizarre and ludicrous it may have seemed at one time,
Randi's sleek legs were totally dominating Jenny's helplessly weakened
counterparts, stretching those slack-muscled limbs out, totally immobilizing
them, while she looped her right arm around the older girl's head, pulling it
back so poor Jen was arched in agony, soft belly sticking out and jiggling
with her tormented, if feeble, writhing.

Suddenly, as Randi poured on the pressure, Jenny's stretched out body gave out
with a particularly hard, agonized shudder, and she started to whimper, "no,
gunnnhhh.... pleez noooo unnnggggh". She'd had enough, Randi frenzied assault
on her exhausted, helplessly stretched body having broken her resistance
completely, or so it seemed to me at least. This once proud mat goddess was
flicking it in, beaten, humiliated, meekly submitting the match to her leggy
slave-mate. But neither Tonia out on the mat, nor Donna sitting next to me,
and certainly not the raging little tigress, Randi, seemed inclined to pay her
pathetic pleading any mind. And when I finally got up enough nerve to weakly
protest myself, stammering, "gawd, she's done, can't take any more, somebody
should stop it," Donna, next to me, merely snickered, then, turned to fix me
with a steely eyed gaze, hissing, "shut the f___ up, ya cum soaked bastard!"
And I did, immediately, loathing myself for so meekly complying with "her
Haughtiness" imperious demand. Little did I fully realize it then, but I was
already most of the way THERE, hopelessly drawn into and under her
irresistible spell, at once both cowed and mesmerized by her overpowering
feminine allure and stunning aura of dominance. Of course, poor Jen had
crossed that threshold long ago. We really were two pathetic creatures. I
shuddered at that sudden, clear realization; out there on the mat poor Jen
merely groaned as her present torment continued unabated.

In any event, it was painfully clear there would be no immediate relief for
poor Jen, or for me, as Donna had now placed one hand squarely on my levi-clad
thigh, possessing me, possessing my soul. I stayed mute and trembling where I
sat, almost afraid to move a muscle, and completely unable to peel my eyes
away from the struggle out on the mat. There, it was going from bad to
desperate for Jenny, Randi now almost toying with her helpless slave mate,
releasing her near choke hold around Jenny's head, but then turning and
sliding her heavenly gams into a scissor lock around Jenny's dark legs,
clamping down on her snared victim with a vengeance, her taut legs squeezing
the older brunette's lower thighs just above Jen's knee caps.

Jenny twisted and writhed weakly, totally incapable, or unwilling, perhaps
both, to resist her leggy tormentor any longer. She was just laying there,
deeply tanned, rubbery legs helplessly snared between Randi's hot domineering
legs. Her shoulders almost touched the mat, arms thrown back behind her head
during her feeble struggles, whimpering feebly with each punishing flex from
Randi's tightly wrapped "killer gams" Randi, breathing hard, but smiling
thinly between rasping gulps of air, realized poor Jen was drifting away
swiftly now, the fight utterly drained from her spent, trembling body. The
younger girl relaxed her straining legs for a brief moment, catching a quick
blow, knowing full well that Jenny was going nowhere. Yet, between the foxy
cheerleader's glorious, glistening legs, the seemingly beaten girl offered up
some flickering speck of weak resistance, twisting slightly, weakly struggling
to sit up, right arm flailing, groping at the relaxing muscles in Randi's
covering thigh. Randi, reacting instinctively to this feeble threat, quickly
flexed her domineering legs, the once again taut, sweat-drenched thigh muscles
shimmering in the room lights as Jenny's weakly clutching fingers just as
quickly slipped away, Randi and her wondrous legs shedding the pathetically
pawing older brunette with just that one long flex. Jenny's smothered legs
were twitching spasmodically from the renewed pressure as the conquered beauty
lay back again, arms slung behind her head, which was lolling to and fro with
each tortured gasp and moan.

There was no stopping the devouring tigress now, Randi pausing only briefly
from her inspired labors to turn an ear toward her adored Mistress, who was
yelling, "thatta way girl, work her, make her feel it all over, move them
babies up higher, yeah!" Doing as she was told, Randi dug in with renewed
enthusiasm on Jenny's delectable body, jamming one hand up against her chin,
rolling Jenny's head back while sliding her heavenly gams up almost to poor
Jen's crotch, her hot, wet, killer legs now squeezing the soft quivering flesh
of Jenny's upper thighs. The rag-doll older brunette had the back of her head
pressed to the mat, with Randi's grip dropping down to a possessive claw at
her lower throat, not really choking her, just "owning" her head, her mind,
her entire smothered body. Poor Jen's head was tilted slightly our way, her
liquid brown eyes staring right at Donna and me; she had that kind of scared
and confused "doe in a headlights" look about her, specks of foamy spittle
dribbling to the mat from her gaping mouth. Her arms were still slung back
over her head and not just her splayed legs, but now her whole ravaged body
jerked and trembled spasmodically with each cruel flex of Randi's taut,
encircling thighs.

In a word, she was all DONE IN, no longer even offering a speck of resistance
to the devouring tigress who owned her, body AND soul at that moment; but
there was no end in sight for the helpless former wrestling champion. Sexy
little hellcat, Randi, having gained control of her once ragged breathing,
almost relaxing while her pillaging legs did most all the work against her
enfeebled foe, now uttered a guttural growl as she yet again relaxed her
scissored legs long enough to slide them even further up Jenny's delectable
body. There was no movement from poor Jen whatsoever, save the continued
spasmodic twitching of spent muscles, and the feeble gasps and pathetic moans
of a broken young woman. But as Randi's slick thigh slid right over Jenny's
baby blue bikini panties, the snared beauty's splayed body suddenly jerked
sharply, and she gasped heatedly, "ohhhhh gawwwwwd!" legs kicking reflexively
out behind Randi's marauding legs for a moment or two before her brief,
frenzied writhing just as quickly subsided to random twitches again when her
leggy antagonist moved on, to jiggling belly, and beyond.

Right about the time Jenny let out that exquisitely tormented gasp, I only
half stifled a low grunt myself as I felt my formerly drained manhood, which
had been slowly stiffening, give a tormented twitch, surging dangerously at
the perversely arousing sight of Randi's luscious, slicked-down leg sliding
right over Jenny's steaming crotch before settling in around her soft,
jiggling belly, the aftermath of which left poor Jen with a fresh wet stain
spreading across her baby blue panties, and me with pre-cum newly dampening
the crotch of my jeans. Like Donna had said just a bit ago, we, Jenny and I,
were both pathetic sights to behold, what with Jen a feverishly moaning play
thing for the lithe, leggy little bimbo cheerleader turned tigress, Randi, and
me squirming in blue-balled agony watching it all.

And out there, "playtoy" Jenny now had her smallish breasts literally engulfed
with what seemed like miles upon miles of slick, sinewy "Jenny slayer" legs,
Randi's taut beauties, far and away her "best assets", as her Mistress was
wont to say, criss-crossing poor Jen's heaving chest. The little cheerleader
feverishly slid her marauding upper leg back and forth as she assaulted her
helplessly snared victim, her knees pushing the wringing wet bra cups barely
covering Jenny's smallish breasts in the first place, aside in her inspired
attack. Jenny's pinkish-brown nipples, now bared for all to see, were full
distended, hard and swollen with her own helpless arousal at being so
savagely, sensually mauled by this sexy little cheerleader; and Randi, in a
frenzy now, rhythmically pumped and relaxed her sleek, tautly muscled thighs
while reaching up to excitedly mangle and tweak Jenny's engorged nipples
between finger and thumb. Jenny's snared body fairly jolted in tormented
response to each flex of Randi's scissored legs or hard tweak of her sensitive
nips; while accompanying each jolting spasm of her yet again surrendering body
was a gurgling moan of agony/ecstasy forced through spittle caked lips.

Randi merely grinned, but finally pulled her plying fingers back, instead
reaching forward and grabbing the back of Jenny's red slave collar. It was
time to claim this fall from her physically, sensually, slain victim. She
yanked the older brunette's head back the hard way, poor Jen choking and
gasping as the red leather bit into her upper neck and throat, pulling her
down. The helplessly weakened beauty slid backward off Randi's slicked down
leg, shoulders settling into the mat, this limp rag-doll of a former wrestling
champion gasping thinly while her ravaged body now jolted in violent, body
rattling tremors.

(Inside Jenny's Head)

She let go with an almost grateful sigh, feeling it so intensely, the same
delicious rush she'd first got a taste of during the stunning meltdown against
her adored Mistress months ago. THEN and THERE it had hit her so suddenly with
full, erotic force, the sudden orgasm numbing her exhausted, shuddering body
as she let go almost gratefully, yielding to the younger, better, stronger
wrestler. Since then she had almost come to expect, and sometimes crave, this
final, euphoric rush in nearly every match, its onset signaling her
inevitable, imminent surrender. So, yes, she gratefully let go yet again, her
wasted body and strength-less legs tingling with forbidden excitement as she
slid across those warm, wet wonderful thighs, her back, then shoulders, and
finally her firm, rounded butt settling into the cool, damp mat, dark,
trembling legs now slung sideways across those sleek, shimmering thighs of the
other, BETTER woman. She stretched her arms back behind her head, further
signaling her submission to something, someone, she could no longer resist, no
longer wanted to resist. She gasped softly while the latest, involuntary spasm
rippled through her splayed body, a fresh warm flood soaking her already
wringing wet blue panties and smearing across her hot, softly quivering inner
thighs. There was nothing left to give; she was READY, trembling with
forbidden excitement as she awaited the all-too-familiar smack of the mat next
to her pinned shoulder blades.

(back at mat-side)

Everybody was ready it seems, Donna clutching my jean clad leg, squeezing it
almost painfully in anticipation, while out on the mat Randi's drop dead
gorgeous legs, gloriously slicked down with her own sweat, Jenny's gushing
release, and her own sticky juices, were fairly vibrating in her excitement.
And Jenny, well she was well past READY, her numbed mind no longer capable of
control her conquered, spasming body. Me, I was beyond ready as well, my hard
member suddenly jerking on its own accord, emptying its meager load into my
already cum-soaked briefs.

Only Tonia seemed strangely detached from it all, staring dumbly at the
red-collared former-champion as Jenny lay draped over her slinky tormentor's
slick legs, gasping feebly, shoulders plastered. Donna's sharp reminder
brought the big blonde back to her senses, sort of, the Mistress of Ceremonies
barking suddenly, "hey bitch, shake a leg, make that an arm, slap the mat for
GAWDS SAKE, DO SOMETHING, HUN!" Tonia quickly slapped the mat, Jenny's already
surrendered body barely even twitching this time as palm met slick, hard mat;
then the big blonde briefly shot an icy glare Donna's way, apparently peeved
at the Birthday girl calling her, however playfully, a bitch. If Donna caught
the glare, she hardly betrayed recognition of such, as she yanked her
clutching hand away from my thigh in mock disgust at my latest eruption.

Temporarily indisposed, I was too pre-occupied with my own miseries to notice
much of the goings on out in the ring after this latest humiliating fall
suffered by my fallen goddess of a former classmate, Jenny. Hunched over as I
was, futilely trying to conceal as much of the damage, namely my newly
cum-soaked crotch, as I could, for a time all I could hear were the rasping
breaths of air expelled by the foxy little cheerleader, Randi, presumably
while peeling off her helplessly pinned slave-mate, interspersed with feeble
whimpers and gasps, and even more tormented breaths being sucked in and out by
poor Jen. Beside me still, Donna had, mercifully, all but ignored me for the
time being, barking out orders to her pals, "hey, get that bitch back to the
center circle, then come back and get this miserable little slut. Somebody
clean up all this drool and shit. Get some water for the bitches, PRONTO!" I
doubt that Donna's request for water for her desperately battling slaves was
fueled by any sudden compassion for their desperate plights at all, rather a
necessary jolt needed to keep them moving, however marginally, toward the
ultimate prize. There was really nothing left to decide between the two dead
tired brunettes, nor could Jenny fall any further into the murky depths to
which she'd swiftly descended; or so I thought.

Suddenly, amid labored grunts, and wheezing groans that seemed to be coming
closer and closer, I heard a pitiful cry, the voice thin, scared, like a weak,
wounded animal who cannot flee her torment; and in the next instant poor Jen
was belly flopping to the mat barely a foot or so in front of Donna and me. I
jerked my head up slightly then and stared down at this pitiful creature
stretched out across the mat, face buried, her beautiful body, although newly
soft and rounded around the midsection, still a stunning sight to behold, but
now so weak and vulnerable, trembling uncontrollably with numbing exhaustion
as she weakly tried, but failed, to push back up to all fours. She was
absolutely spent, unable to go on a single second longer, or foot further. But
Donna, typically, wasn't going to let it end like this. The "Birthday Girl"
barked out at Tonia, who was helping, actually half dragging, a pleasantly
spent Randi back to the center of the mat, "hey, Blondie, how's that little
slut doing?" "Not so good," the big blonde promptly shot back, but then added,
"but a whole lot better than your girl." "BITCH, this weak, pathetic little
slut ain't hardly worth being MY GIRL any longer, " Donna retorted; which
brought an instant sharp glance from Tonia, who had just dropped Randi to her
knees at mid-mat, and now somewhat icily snapped back at the Birthday Girl,
"Who you calling BITCH?" "Hey, lighten up, HUN, I was just joshing ya, having
some fun, didn't mean nothing by it, hee hee, ya silly BLONDE BITCH!" Donna
laughed when she said that last bit, but there was an edgy tone to her voice
as well now. Clearly she was not pleased about being questioned by anyone,
even her big, beautiful blonde pal. For her part, Tonia seemed to ignore this
second, supposedly joking, bitch reference from the birthday girl. But,
thinking back on it now, there was clearly an underlying tension there between
those two, though at the present moment that was hardly my biggest concern.
For I was still dealing with my embarrassing sticky releases, and poor Jen,
well she was way beyond that, just lying face down in a small pool of her own
sweat and foamy spittle still while all this banter was going on around her.

Tonia was still propping a thinly smiling, but wobbly, Randi up with one arm
while pouring some much needed water down the leggy little cheerleader's
parched throat out on the mat; while Donna snatched a water glass from the
table next to her and now stood right in front of her one bedraggled slave,
namely poor Jen, and, taking a big chunk of Jenny's matted brown locks in her
hand, yanked her head up the hard way, dragging her up by the hair. Poor Jen
groaned pitiably, body shaking and trembling from the quick pain, but, in
between pitiful whimpers, thirstily gulped down a few precious ounces of water
from the glass Donna held to her foam-crusted lips. She only got part of the
glass down before choking up some excess water, whereupon Donna quickly tossed
the rest of the water in her sweat streaked, reddened face. Jenny was so far
gone she hardly flinched at the sudden rebuke; while Donna, laughing, reached
for the half bottle of beer I'd been nursing for the last 10 minutes or so,
and coolly poured the bubbly liquid right over Jen's head, letting go of her
hair at the same time and laughing huskily while Jen's forehead dropped back
to the mat.

Donna was having a great lot of fun, if you can call it that, at poor Jen's
expense, while Jenny was too weak and exhausted to care, meekly taking it all;
and I just sat there in my own cum-soaked misery barely a foot or so away,
hating myself for not coming to her aid, but, to be brutally frank, frozen by
indecision, intimidation, numbing, perverse infatuation with that "bitchin
lookin muscle goddess", call it what you will. Whatever it was that gripped
me, I just as meekly let it go on. Now, Donna was prying one bare foot under
Jenny's lowered face, pushing her toes up against her slave's mouth, snarling
huskily down at the spent, trembling shadow of a once vibrant athletic
champion, "this is all you're good for, now, SLUT!" Distressingly, to me at
least, Jenny stayed mute and trembling, her spittle caked lips even moving
slightly against Donna's probing big toe, the enslaved beauty almost appearing
like she wanted to lick the Birthday Girl's feet. Donna just laughed, pulling
her feet out suddenly, smirking, "you'll get your chance later, sweetie,
guaranteed... but that's about as far up this fabulous bod you're gonna be
allowed to go... unless you somehow figure out a way to win this sucker, ha
ha." Then, she needlessly added a following dig, " The great JENNY, hah,
getting whupped by a bimbo cheerleader, what a hoot!"

Donna finally pulled her invading foot away from her slobbering, fawning,
wiped out slave, sitting back down while Tonia did the honors of dragging
Jenny one-armed back to where Randi waited. Tonia reminding everyone who cared
that the pin count was now 5 to 3 in favor of Randi, with 7 pins needed to
win. I wish I could say Jenny somehow found it deep within her to bravely
rally, prove her wrestling greatness yet again; but of course that was only a
fairy tale by this point. Both girls were plenty tired, but Randi, leggy
little bimbo cheerleader turned novice wrestler, Randi, hungered for the
victory now; poor Jen was merely going through the motions, and barely that
even. They restarted from their knees, with both girls doing more sagging than
pushing, but with Jenny literally draped like a rag-doll in Randi's slim arms.
Randi struggled with Jenny's near dead weight for just an instant before
sliding back slightly to free herself from her slack-bodied slave mate. As she
did so, poor Jen, her draped arms slipping off Randi's shoulders, slithered
down the younger girl's lithe body until her arms were wrapped weakly around
Randi's lower back, while her face lay against the cheerleader's silky upper
thigh. Randi paused for just an instant, a quizzical half grimace, half smile
creasing her pretty, sweat-streaked face, seeming almost frozen in indecision,
shocked perhaps, that she, little leggy Randi, could have brought poor Jen
down this far, used her up so completely.

(inside Randi's head)

There it was, the incredible rush of sweet conquest, feeling the other slide
limp and useless down her humming body, thrilling now as Jenny's soft lips lay
over her slicked down, glistening thigh. The forbidden thrill turned into a
quick, involuntary shudder of raw pleasure on feeling that even softer, hotter
tongue work across her flesh now, almost hungrily lapping up the dewy moisture
pooled on the smooth surface of her taut, excitedly trembling thigh. She
wanted to linger there forever, savoring the moment, living the basic truth
that these, her BEST ASSETS, had conquered this gorgeous athletic woman draped
across her sleek legs now, reduced her to a limp, beaten creature almost
worshipfully working her tongue over her own goose-pimpled legs. She knew it
was time to finish the conquest, claim her rightful spoils, earn the glorious
right to be with her adored mistress this evening, and, hopefully, many more
to follow. She pushed gently at first, then more urgently against the draped
girl with her thigh, lifting that head up, turning her exhausted body.

(inside Jenny's head)

Her mouth had almost naturally found the dusky wetness, sleek, smooth, warm
and comforting thigh, lingering there with tongue ritually tracing a short,
meandering path across the slickened surface, the intoxicating richness of
that lustrous, smooth muscle, steaming in musky dampness, sending shock waves
of euphoric submission to her addled brain. She had long since abandoned any
pretense of coordinated attack or even weak struggle, the increasingly
desperate dream to prevail here in order to serve her adored mistress as SLAVE
CHAMPION melting away to dreamy nothingness. It had all swirled down to this,
mindlessly working a worshipful tongue over the other's sleek legs.

She groaned now in quick disappointment as she felt her head being lifted up,
her tongue suddenly lapping at only air, spent body twisting, falling back
from that succulent warmth... which now lay on top and all around her,
devouring her surrendering body. The spasms were already jolting through
splayed limbs as she felt the other girl's pounding breasts settling in over
her own bared, desperately aching mounds, the soft, wringing wet fabric of
Randi's skimpy bikini top pressing down and around her stiff, swollen nipples.
There was another sharp, involuntary jolt of her splayed body, accompanied by
a weak, ecstatic little gasp she barely recognized as her own meek "little
girl" voice.

The hand coming down next to her pinioned shoulders was merely a delicious
blur; the "smack" of palm to damp mat barely registering in her already
buzzing senses. She groaned again as she felt the exquisitely tormenting
pressure of Randi's covering body easing up now, pulling away. She wanted to
reach up, pull that heavenly form down to soak in the other's covering warmth
so much longer, but her arms lay draped heavily, uselessly, behind her head.
So she lay there, quietly whimpering, the lights above her, the shapes and
colors, swirling all around her glassy brown eyes in a big blur.

(back at mat-side with Joey)

It was all happening so startlingly quick, poor Jenny slithering down Randi's
lean body within seconds after a too-short mutual embrace from their knees,
the former champion utterly drained of fight or even resistance, just lying
there literally face-down in Randi's lap while the little cheerleader tried to
summon the strength in her own exhausted body to lift poor Jenny's dead
weight. Though I couldn't be sure, and hoped it couldn't be true, for a brief
moment there I thought I saw Jenny's head lift slightly, a foam-specked tongue
lapping out at the dewy moisture pooled on that sleek shimmering thigh beneath
her reddened face. But in just another blink of an eye Randi was lifting that
same, succulent leg, pushing Jenny's head up, rolling her exhausted body off
her curled legs and swiftly over to her back. There was no resistance
whatsoever from the spent wrestling legend save a feeble little gasp as her
shoulders settled into the mat, luscious Randi laying sideways across and on
top of her, the cheerleader's near shoulder shedding Jenny's weakly pawing
arms as she settled in over the older girl. Just like that poor Jen was DONE
in this fall, and well beyond that as well. Tonia was down there on her knees,
the big blonde watching Jenny's shoulders disappear beneath the lithe covering
body of the comely cheerleader. All I could see now was that gorgeous splayed
body jolting spasmodically as it lay smothered under that heavenly little
bimbo. And then Tonia's raised arm came down swiftly, her open palm yet again
slapping the mat next to poor Jenny's flattened shoulders.

Unbelievably, Randi had scored a fourth consecutive fall, her sixth in all,
and it was truly ALL OVER; but of course it wasn't, not by Donna's count at
least. The imperious and demanding "birthday girl" was determined to have this
thing go to the full 7 falls for one girl, even though poor Jen was "long
gone". She just lay there now, arms draped lifelessly behind her head, which
was tilted to one side, foamy spittle dribbling out of her gaping mouth while
glassy brown eyes stared blankly right at me and Donna. For maybe the
umpteenth time that evening, I wanted so bad to go to her, provide what little
comfort to the poor broken creature; but, of course, I couldn't, for I, too,
was hopelessly taken in my the powerfully alluring and dominating presence of
Donna next to me, afraid to move a muscle, totally intimidated by this
ravishing, "bitchin lookin Muscle Babe."

The "muscle babe" was up quickly, a curvy mass of luscious skin and muscle
flashing before my blurry eyes as she moved on to the mat, standing right over
Jen, magnificent legs spread slightly, her bare feet straddling Jenny's
upturned face. While Tonia was steadying a kneeling Randi while trying to pour
some water down the slinky brunettes parched throat, Donna was toying with her
unmoving other slave, first bringing the right foot in, digging her toes into
the soft, reddened flesh of Jenny's flushed cheek, pushing the utterly spent
woman's head over so Jenny was staring off away from me now, barely uttering a
faint whimper of protest this whole time. Donna snarled down at her now, "ya
quittin on me BITCH? HUH?". Poor Jen was too far gone to even cry out her
clear submission, merely trembling as she weakly groaned, "unnnngggghhhh
gunnnnnn." Donna used her left foot and toes to roll the pitifully beaten
brunette's head back the other way, Jenny once again staring directly at me
with glassy brown eyes. She coughed and wheezed suddenly, stretched out body
convulsing as she did so, and more foamy gunk seeped from the lower corners of
her white-specked lips. Donna merely sneered down at her, motioned to a nearby
sorority sister for a water bottle, and poured it down over the side of
Jenny's face. The ravaged beauty sucked desperately at the precious liquid as
rivulets rolled down her flushed cheeks toward her gaping mouth, but little
made it down her throat. She wasn't going to get any more until this thing was
over. Donna snarled down at her again, both feet drawn in, pressed against the
back of Jenny's head and lips, respectively, "there ain't no quitting on my
watch, ya miserable little slut.... And this thing ain't over, YET... heh
heh."

Well of course it was OVER, but Donna was making all the rules, and nobody,
particularly poor Jen, was going to argue with her. The domineering "muscle
babe" stepped to one side, coolly reached down, grabbing Jenny's near arm, and
proceeded to pull the rag-doll brunette over to her stomach, with Jenny just
lying there face down now, which, to all intents and purposes, would be how
she'd start the final fall of her failed slave battle with slinky Randi.
Randi, lingering on all fours just a foot or so away, just kind of stared
dumbfounded at the limp girl lying before her, and for a moment looked like
she'd had quite enough of destroying a one-time wrestling legend. But Donna,
predictably, had the last say, leaning over to rasp down at the sultry
cheerleader, "she's all yours, BITCH, now WASTE THE MISERABLE LITTLE SLUT!
.... SAVVY?" Randi numbly nodded her head, still staring intently at Jenny's
inert form, while Donna cooed at Tonia now, "hey, blondie, let the little
bitch play with her TOY some, know what I mean?" Tonia nodded. Donna pranced
back to her seat next to me, all full or herself as always, stretched out
those unbelievable legs; I, of course, couldn't help staring at them the whole
time; then gave me a condescending little pat on my jean clad thigh,
whispering, "now be a good little boy and behave yourself." My ever unruly
member gave a sharp twitch the instant she touched my leg, and I nodded
quickly, stammering in a faint, little boy voice, "Yes ma'am". Jenny was GONE;
I was all but there myself. I turned my eyes back to the final destruction of
my one-time goddess of a classmate.

Simply turning poor, limp Jenny to her back for the clinching fall was not an
option any longer for the leggy bimbo, Randi, who, as unlikely as it might
have seemed just an hour before, was poised on the very brink of being crowned
Donna's so-called "Slave Champion" by shockingly finishing off former campus
wrestling champion, Jenny, in one final, essentially uncontested, fall.
Spurred by Donna's words of encouragement, if you could call it that, the
little cheerleader turned lusty tigress had a haughty smirk on her narrow,
pretty face as she looked down at her helpless slave-mate. Tonia was standing
nearby, dutifully giving the word for both girls to start wrestling again,
though I doubt poor, whipped Jenny even heard her. Little matter; she was
going nowhere, a feeble groan floating up from her buried face as Randi set in
on her.

Legs and arms snaking everywhere over and around Jenny's trembling form, Randi
soon enough had her girl sucked back into her as the slinky cheerleader lay on
her left hip, those long, lovely legs curled around Jenny's full, dark thighs,
immobilizing the rubbery, exhausted bigger legs of the spent older brunette
while her left arm was looped over Jenny's, pulling it back, and her right
hand had a near death grip on Jen's chin, pulling Jenny's head back off the
mat and into her upper chest while she arched her lithe frame, stretching the
feebly moaning former champion out. Jenny had caved completely, no longer even
struggling, her head yanked back and held in Randi's arms, liquid brown eyes
looking haunted, hollowed, like a wounded animal waiting to be finished off,
which, essentially, she was. Randi jerked her taut legs against the sloppy
soft, quivering, and completely smothered, thighs of her helpless victim,
once, twice, a half dozen times, really hammering her leg dominance home to
the ravaged wreck of a once great wrestling champion. Each time Randi
tightened down her leg noose, poor Jen's snared body would give out with a
tortuous, spasmodic jerk, the older brunette's head rolled skyward by Randi's
clenched hand at her jaw. She whimpered thinly, piteously, at each spasming
jerk of her conquered body, but otherwise did not resist, or perhaps could not
resist; she was that far GONE.

Randi tired of this cruel game eventually, her slender legs quivering from
muscular exhaustion from squeezing so hard against Jenny's big, soft and
useless thighs. The ravaging cheerleader relaxed her sleek, killer legs,
releasing her "death grip" on poor Jenny's jaw at the same time, and the
"slain" older brunette just kind of laid there wrapped up in Randi's limbs,
her head lolling sideways, resting on the younger girl's upper arm. Spittle
continued to dribble from the lower corners of her gaping mouth, her
foam-caked lips moving soundlessly as if in silent protest against the
indignity of her present situation. It was, indeed, an indignity, and so much
more, a shameless capitulation, total submission to a fluffy little bimbo
cheerleader that Jenny, in her pre-Donna life as athletic goddess, would have
"eaten up for lunch" in no time flat. But that was then, this was now; NOW she
was merely an utterly spent, broken, disheartened, and, yes, hopelessly
aroused plaything for sexy Randi and her "Jenny killer" legs.

Randi was lying on one silky smooth hip, breathing hard from her inspired
labors, while her luscious play toy lay draped over her one arm. Now, having
caught her breath some, Jenny's latest tormentress pulled her arm out from
beneath Jenny's head, only half stifling a quick giggle as her limp
slave-mates cheek smacked the mat. Randi was pushing away now, almost
disdainfully jamming one hand up against poor Jenny's forehead, her one foot
jammed into the heart of Jenny's top-most thigh, rolling the limp brunette to
her back. Jenny wasn't going anywhere, arms flopping limply at her sides,
beautiful dark legs splayed out behind her, as she settled back into the mat
with a tortured gasp of air followed by an almost grateful sigh. Her fight was
long over, my beaten "goddess" submissively awaiting the final fall. Randi
took her sweet time getting there. Like a tigress on the prowl, she crawled to
the older girl's feet, reaching down and grabbing one kneecap in each hand.
Jenny merely trembled, whimpering softly, while Randi pushed out on her knees,
spreading her dark, rubbery limbs slightly, giving the marauding young
brunette enough room to wedge her shapely legs in between Jenny's trembling
legs. Sinking her fingers deep into the soft, squishy flesh of poor Jen's dark
thighs, the little bimbo took great delight in mangling and mauling those big
slack muscles while wedging her legs ever up and out, slowly spreading Jenny's
lifeless legs out to wide V's.

(Inside Jenny's head again)

She lay there like a limp raggedy ann doll, her dazed mind flashing back
suddenly to that long ago day when she was pushed back on to the towel rack,
her exhausted legs spread wide, her body and soul first taken by the
enchanting young woman who would soon become her mistress and teacher. She
whimpered as a fresh tremor crept through her rubbery, newly spread legs now,
feeling the heat, the power, the majesty of the other's BEST ASSETS that she
was helpless to resist. She gasped sharply as she felt her conquered legs
being pushed out ever wider, the protests of straining, stretched thigh
muscles dissolving quickly into an incessant, warm buzz centered squarely in
her crotch. Yes, Mistress had taught her well, essential life lessons since
reinforced by Merrie, Linda, Tonia and now sleek, sexy little dream, Randi.
She was right where she belonged, spread in blissful submission to a better
woman.

(Back inside Joey's head)

The wasted brunette was sobbing softly, shamelessly, as rubbery legs, which
for so long ruled the wrestling mat with steely strength and endurance,
quickly yielded to the marauding cheerleader. Her exhausted thigh muscles
having been literally laid to ruin by Randi's probing, smothering, crushing,
utterly dominating legs, the spread-eagled beauty rolled her head to and fro
in mostly silent agony, her few pathetic sniffles notwithstanding. But when
Randi moved up now, kneeling right over poor Jen's spread thighs, her bony
knee-caps digging into the soft, quivering flesh, the older brunette's feeble
writhing briefly erupted into a frenzied roiling, with Jenny lifting her head
up, twisting her upper torso, whimpering, "no no, gawwwwwwwd." Randi kept
grinding away, and Jenny's tormented cries continued, until Donna snarled
loudly, "aw shut the f____ up, ya miserable little slut!" Randi, who was
leering at Jenny's heaving bared breasts as she rocked back and forth on
Jenny's splayed, ruined legs, the raging little tigress looking just about
ready to drop down and devour those big, swollen, and rock hard, nipples
dancing beneath her gleaming eyes, perked up immediately on hearing her adored
mistress's voice. She drove a right hand straight forward now, palm pressing
firmly on Jenny's forehead. The anguished older brunette had risen almost to a
sitting position during her tormented writhing, but now dropped back to the
mat in an instant as Randi straightened her slender arm, pushing Jenny's head
down.

It was "ownership", pure and simple, the devouring cheerleader, her surprising
victory no longer in any doubt, using up the spent, helpless former wrestling
champion, and Donna seemed absolutely delighted by it all. Me, I was shocked
to see the sexy younger brunette gleefully, almost cruelly, mauling her
bigger, but utterly wasted, slave-mate; but tellingly, as always, it seemed,
while watching a seemingly endless string of humiliating destruction of my
once proud former classmate, I was also unavoidably, achingly aroused while
watching Jenny being dominated like this. Tonia, an edgy, but so far mostly
willing, accomplice to the devilishly alluring, and yes cruel, Birthday Girl,
was just kneeling there next to the tangled beauties, not even bothering to
drop her hand to the mat to signify the final fall, even though Jenny's
shoulders were once again settling in deep.

No, this one was going to end only when Mistress, I mean Donna, said so, it
seemed, even though I didn't know how Jenny, or I, could hold on even a second
longer. Actually, Jenny wasn't holding out, but rather long gone, hopelessly
pinned, a nearly limp, unresisting play toy for the devouring little tigress,
Randi. I was left to suffer and squirm in blue-balled agony watching it all,
frozen to my chair both by my desperate physical condition, and by the
imposing will and overwhelming presence of the domineering young woman sitting
next to me. So I endured, while out there on the mat poor Jenny just merely
melted. Randi had flung Jen's arms back behind her head, was moving up now,
slickened thighs slithering up against the sides of her victim's heaving
breasts, leaning over the whimpering older brunette, firmly pressing Jen's
wrists flat to the mat before pulling back up to a sitting position astride
Jenny's upper abdomen, coiled legs pressing lightly against the sides of
Jenny's heaving bared breasts. Even though Randi was no longer pressing her
wrists to the mat, Jenny's arms stayed put, draped limply behind her head, her
softly quivering, useless legs still splayed wide as well, while Randi pushed
her own luscious legs in tighter against her smothered slave-mate, her silky
smooth thighs pressing tight and rubbing up against Jenny's smallish breasts,
mashing them together till the soft, pale breast flesh was pushed obscenely
upward, her sensitive tits caught in a tight, unyielding sandwich, as it were
between the incredibly beautiful, taut thighs of her leggy tormentor. Poor
Jenny moaned loudly, but bucked only feebly as Randi continued to squeeze her
soft, sensitive breasts together, which only drove the lusty little tigress to
inflict more sweet torment on her defeated slave-mate. The sexy cheerleader
eagerly devoured poor Jenny's rock hard and swollen nipples, rolling the
jutting nubs around between thumb and forefinger, laughing huskily while
Jenny's feeble writhing evolved into a brief, frenzied bucking, followed by a
sudden, exquisitely tormenting gasp, a body shuddering total surrender, then
NOTHING, the completely drained former wrestling champion reduced finally to a
limp, softly whimpering rag-doll while Randi, still mounted atop poor Jen,
arched and hissed, "YESSSSSS!." She knew now it was REALLY OVER. Poor Jenny
had given up, given her, literally EVERYTHING!

Even Donna, and by extension, her big, beautiful blonde cohort, Tonia,
nominally still the referee for this steamy slaughter, recognized there was
little more to wring out of the completely exhausted, utterly whipped, and
totally submissive one-time wrestling goddess at this point. So Donna waved
her arms imperiously at the big blonde, who settled back in for the final slap
of the mat. Poor Jen was just lying there, arms draped behind her head, tanned
legs spread wide, looking all deliciously used up, with leggy, sexy Randi, her
unlikely conqueror, still sitting astride her splayed, defeated body. I was
barely holding on, I knew Jenny was LONG GONE, and in one final glance before
I collapsed to the ground in a drunken swoon I thought Randi was pretty much
gone as well, or rather pleasantly drained in grateful victory. But the sexy
cheerleader had one more lusty trick in mind, lifting one luscious leg at the
last minute, while still sitting astride her conquered slave-mate, and
haughtily pressing her bare foot down across poor Jen's sweat and spittle
caked face. It was the ultimate humiliation, a foot-in-the-face pin instantly
made official by Tonia's hand smacking the mat.

Jenny's conquered body jerked sharply at impact with a final orgasmic tremor,
accompanied by her all-too familiar feeble gasp of total surrender... AGAIN!
Me, I was there too, pretty much, at that point, curled up in an almost fetal
position, the room swirling dizzily, drunkenly around me, squirming still in
blue-balled agony. Just as Jenny let go, my long overheated cock surrendered
its final, pitiful load into my already cum-soaked jockey shorts.

I must have passed out for a moment or two then, for when I woke up the room
was already emptying, Randi, Donna's new "slave champion", was wrapped in her
young Mistress's arms, already enjoying the spoils of her victory by being
allowed to lovingly suckle one of Donna's firm ripe breasts. Jenny and I were
the only ones who hadn't moved in whatever period of time I'd been in my
drunken stupor. The vanquished brunette, my long fallen goddess, still lay
spread-eagled where she'd given it all up to Randi in that final, steamy fall.
I couldn't tell whether she was even conscious or not; little matter since, as
said, she was long since GONE. There were just a few of us left in the room at
this point; Randi all wrapped up still in Donna's approving arms, Jenny flat
on her back on the mat still, Tonia, over sprawled in a nearby chair thirstily
sucking down a beer, and me, of course. Donna pushed her leggy slave champion
to one side, cheerily telling Tonia, "take her to the shower, hun... get her
cleaned up for later."

Tonia nodded, slinging her arms around the slinky cheerleader and leading her
off. Now there were just three of us. I thought it best to just tuck and run,
but I couldn't find my over-sized T-shirt, couldn't really remember removing
it as a matter of fact, but needed it desperately now to cover the evidence
down below, namely my damp, cum-soaked crotch. I was about to slink out of
there anyhow, make a mad dash to my car, leave with tail tucked firmly between
my legs, resigned to living with the enduring embarrassment and humiliation of
being seen by who knows how many of Donna's pals like this in all my
cum-soaked misery. But just then Donna moved over to Jenny, roughly lifting
her by one arm and turning her face down, the vanquished brunette's cute
little butt now wagging in the air. Donna merely sneered down at the
pathetically beaten woman at her feet and tauntingly pushed the heel of her
foot against Jenny's butt cheeks, pressing hard until Jenny's wasted body
jerked sharply, just once. Satisfied, Donna kicked her over to her back, moved
to Jenny's feet and lifted them up, starting to drag her feet first out of the
room.

I had already staggered to my feet by then, planning my quick escape out of
there. It was then that my long time infatuation with Jenny, even a beaten
down, all used up Jenny, got the better of me. I gave a startled yelp at
seeing Donna callously grabbing poor Jen by the ankles and starting to drag
her out of there. Donna turned around to stare at me instantly; and Tonia
started to get up to move toward me at the same time; but the young birthday
girl snapped sharply at her blonde cohort, "get back, BITCH, I'll handle this.
I'd followed my surprised yell by staggering toward Donna and Jenny, some
quasi-noble idea of rescuing my fallen goddess working its way through my
beer-sodden mind. It was a BIG MISTAKE. She was on me instantly, grabbing my
shoulders, swinging one fantastic, muscled leg up swiftly into the pit of my
stomach. I bent over her driving knee as the wind went out of me, dropping
like a rock to my knees as soon as she let me go. In another instant her
mighty, muscled thighs were closing around my head, squeezing HARD. It was
only painful for a very short time. Mercifully, perhaps, I drifted quickly
down and out into murky blackness. My night was OVER, but a new day would
arrive in a few, fitful hours; and with it would come new troubles, for both
Jenny and me.

(to be continued)

***


This, to my knowledge, is the end of the saga - but if anyone happens to be in possession of more stories, please let me know!

[tommyfighter]

Wow! Great collection

[Augur]

Thought I might also share a few photos of a female college wrestler who happens to bear a strong resemblance to Jenny (at least in her super-jock state, at the beginning of the story) as I've personally imagined her.

Lilly Luft, 21yo senior, 5'4" 130 lbs.

[tommyfighter]

OMG, these photos of "Jenny" got my mind going all kinds of directions. Even making me think what Donna would look like.

[Augur]

OMG, these photos of "Jenny" got my mind going all kinds of directions. Even making me think what Donna would look like.

Happy to be of use!

Let me know if you stumble upon a good look-alike for her! Or Merrie, Linda, Tonia or Randi, for that matter... 

[britney_summer]

 Thanks for posting these stories . Nothing hotter than a stronger younger girl dominating an hot older girl.

[britney_summer]